Sometimes we don't, haven't a clue what we are doin' We fumble around out in the wind like a piece of paper I had a picture of what this love was about
There nothing left to say, say There nothing left to say, say There nothing left to say I've been looking on the bright side, I've been trying to remember
Jump in the car I got a feeling Pretty soon things might get heated We're not safe here anymore There's a place close, we can hide out Where the satellites
I've been knocked down I'm getting myself together Face to the ground I know it's now or never This will be the last time I comin' at ya straight up
Malcolm Garvey Huey, study Malcolm Garvey Huey, Their life is like a movie, Study Malcolm Garvey Huey, Malcolm Garvey Huey, Malcolm Garvey Huey, their
[Malcolm Jamal Warner] Let me show you, the rhyme.. Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses and so does Mrs. Justice by her side Both the broads are
and the law But Malcolm got his own way and it's better than them all CHORUS 'Cause Malcolm solves his problems with a chainsaw Malcolm solves his problems
Yes, No, Maybe, I don't know, Can you repeat the question? You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now You're not the boss of me now
whatever work has gone unsung He'll be forever Malcolm Young Always gnocchi not linguine Never Hitler you're Mussolini Often the sideshow but not the circus Always Malcolm
I've heard misfortune blossoms And wasted ways before me by the cause Of givin' someone time enough for spendin' Love only borrowed And I've placed myself
From a Cajun diner to Carolina Sick in the mornin' to see the town doctor Life and Agatha Christie in a Trailway back from New Orleans Who dunnit, who
Candles in the window Flashin' through the night In a room upstairs is a woman In my mind all dressed in white Words wrapped up in losin' Hammered to
[Ghostface] Ayo I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly Like fuck it (2 gunshots) , look how these niggas
Sweet brother malcolm, he's under house arrest, Its the talk of the town, who'd of thought it of him? Sweet cousin mary, no blood in her veins, She had
I'm gonna to dye I'm going to fly I'm going to set fire into your eyes I 'm going to flare that link in your eyes We're going to meet again I feel it
My hands are red of blood But it's not mine Inside me there's no light and a frozen soul I can't understand but I like it Everything is clear but suddenly
Oversettelse: Richard Ashcroft. Sweet Brother Malcolm.
Oversettelse: Coolio. Malcolms Hermafroditt Paradise (Gangsta Paradise Parodi).