Testo di Appetite (For Lightin' Dynamite)

Everybody knows when he's coming to town They're locking the doors And they don't make a sound People want him dead but he won't die yet First he's got to live With the things that he did People want him leaving But he isn't leaving soon He gets him some smokes And some hoes And a hotel room Then you best duck when he's through He's clinching his fists And he's lookin for you 'Cause Darren's got an appetite For lightin' dynamite And letting it Blow up in his hands Ava's got a Frank Sinatra tune Ava's got the sun And the wind And the moon Ava's got a lawyer And a baller And a 4-foot taller And a bullfighter from Spain too But I guess you could never forget The way she moves She removes your stress "You ain't got a clue 'bout nothing like this" That's what she says And she means what she says See Ava's got an appetite For lightin' dynamite And letting it blow up in her hand