There once was a man
who had a dream...
A mucky, fetid tidal smell
No one speaks there, only yells...
What i am is nothing
what i am is a shadow...
If one man runs
Another follows...
I can not escape what I am,
for it is written all over me...
Itâ??s happening all over again,
Blacks against whites...
There once was a hobo,
Got hit with a low blow...
Pages are turned.
Words are forgotten...
(Lyrics)
She\'s the only eyes in the neighbourhood...
Times have changed ,
no more are kids happy with toys...
Everyone wants freedom in some sort of way,
but freedom means no rules...
She's the type of girl who has her phases;
death, passion, love, hate...