afraid that I’m never afraidI’ve got combat boots

is good and fate is greatWhen it feels so

up your hometown streets could set a fireFor the

mercy, mercy, mercy meI look around, I need another

1: Anthony twenty-one when everyone's a sailorComing up strong

1: Anthony only eighteen, don't like the Rolling StonesShe

inside these sleeping shallowsFar away where no one goes,

a fat dance, do a fat danceDo a, do a,

am just a lousy bumSearching for the unknown crumbThe

ay ay ay stone cold bush, yeahAnd baby

miles off the coast of BeirutNew Jersey's guns get

it up to this time full of strifeGet down,

oh, let's get carried awayEasily, oh, let's get married

must be something in the way I feelThat she

Hanging out on Second AvenueEating chicken vindalooI just want to be

So messed up, I want you hereIn my room, I want

wanna spend my life with youMess around with things

1: BEEN BALLIN ON THESE N***AS UGHI BEEN BALLIN

another snake bomb, it might shakeI confused it with

I: Search And a street walkin' cheetah