كلمات Willie Dixon Said

Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict Blactop halle bop microbus news do you get it? Dialect comes so slick that you can't predict the news Water it down like butternut blues Black smoke's lightening comin' up the trees Wrap it up nice put a bow round it please Telly myself again and again and again Get out of this son - state of mind we're in Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place To clear my head Halle bop, halle bop I said Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place To clear my head Halle bop, halle bop I said Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab Justice lies somewhere behind...between The have nots and the plasticine lies Black spit twilight holograph scene Conjured up images of apocalypse steam Words never spoken wait on the lips On the door step of a woman's millenium hips Big bang wash clothes delirium Nostradamus' imposter and one last run CHORUS Haze falls away revealing dreams Like writing a letter to myself it seems Garage sales, paper trails, e-mails Junk mail there for the plans that fail God I miss you, I miss you real bad The only thing real that I've ever had Halle bop, halle bop I said Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab CHORUS