Tekster:
Carol Brown

said that you had an epiphany Would you like a little cereal? Who organised this choir of ex-girlfriends? Was it you Carol Brown? Was it you Carol Brown? Carol Brown

said that you had an epiphany Would you like a little cereal? Who organised this choir of ex-girlfriends? Was it you Carol Brown? Was it you Carol Brown? Carol Brown

it, that's just another digit This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire Over town, they'll bust ya head 'cuz it won't slide Brown sub will wet

know Paroles in ya nose, the bigga the shows, the bigga the dough Skeelo on the dea-ol, sell em like a kilo For every gram I slam its comin back to jam Brown

eyes Oh, city streets The stories that they tell Oh, city streets They can be heaven, they can be hell Winter-colored morning Gray and dirty brown

When the leaves turn brown And they cover this lonely town And I miss your kiss When the leaves turn brown When the snow comes down And it covers this

sad and still And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill Run in your ponies closer and I'll tell to you my tale Of Utah Carol my partner

going for him A top paying job a good life. A good wife A baby boy on the way any day A gentleman attitude is all he displayed Carol was the wife he loved

on your hips Infrared beams so sharp crease your pant seams With chestic barrels, I sold them at the Christmas carols With small scopes from miles adjust