Letras
Sun comes down
On sacred stones
Players take their leave
One horse town
I made my home
Save a place for me
We were getting high
Out on the Peckham Rye
When you were just
A twinkle in your parents eye
Don't you know that
Joni Mitchell never lied
Put up a parking lot
They paving over paradise
We just need to
Take some time to analyse
The theory is
To find out where your talent lies
Provide the children with
An exit sign
You might score the winning goal
In extra time
Jesus let me testify
I'm finding strength
This could be the difference
Between life and death
From the fire to the frying pan
The Iron Chef
The poet pledging my devotion
Til my dying breath
One horse town
I made my home
Save a place for me
Was on my way
To check the High Plains
On Rye Lane
Caught in the migraine
Old Paradice on my back
Doin' it my way
Rappers get side chained
An old story
The player now becomes
The casualty of a dice game
From the alcoves of art
We're we shout quotes
And shout ghosts
Gatekeeper's
Standing at the outpost
Just another outcast
Free stacking
Rolling round
Trying to plug in to the detachment
Drifting off of my own accord
In the city where they hold the sword
Bowing to the overlord
Begging and bowing
Just to hold some more
Find me twirling up a potent draw
Evolving like Bulbasaur
Trying to walk through the open door
But getting caught up in the rope-a-dope trope