

miss walstreetyou got your big suit and your pda but your pretty little bank account aint got nothin on memiss walstreet
i ride the subway and you drive your mercaidez benz i have this old guitar and you got your rich little friends well these busy streets are just for me livin in the big city its like it was ment to be
so ms. wallstreet c'mon tell me your name cuz with out you here things just arent the same you got your little cell phone and your big brief case there aint one god damn star in space that could replace you! take you away that could take yo


gfhfdhduh well i could give you a kiss it would be sweet on your lips uh wed find our way back home uh well i could speculate but i might be a second to late everything is perfect for usgfhfdhd
well you can check if you want into a hotel becuase baby manhatten is to cold for us
well if i just left i think id miss you to death A-l-l-i-s-o-n oh well when you move me to the end you know i could be the shadow in your sleep oh you can gently weep into my arms...
oh well all the stars tha


protestismkill our brothers for gas kill our friends to get high kill eachother just 'cuase he says so dont let him lieprotestism
its been years now and were have we gone? killing is a custom to life dieing on the deserts lawn
c'mon lets light up the bush lets die 'cuase were stupid everyones doing it.