[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . Born out of flames descending upon the earth. The master of games for what they are worth. One with the darkness, one with my soul.
Geah, Jinx Da Juvy, Hi-Tek geah. 'Cause anybody can get it. Anybody anybody can get it. (Project shit). Real recognize real, geah geah. . This as real as it gets.
Turn it up. . Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out. So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out. I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout.
When the week is done, and the evening sun is sinking back into the hills,. Well the neon lights start flickerin' on and the roadhouse starts to fill..
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(by Pearl Jam). . Hey...oooh.... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay. Were laid spread out before me as her body once did. All five horizons revolved around her soul.