From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All the way live from
When the riff hits yah, Eardrum, and the word sticks, Like think quick, When in doubt who you goin to? Who you owin' to, On the other end, Who's gonna
The work week is at a close And we're all heading down to Mojo's club We got the night a rollin' All rough and ready for some fun The band starts around
the guitar You'll feel the bass, it's soft and wet - yes, honey You'll get a taste, but not just yet - right, money? The beat is live, troop, so don't
you screw" and come see me next Friday cuz I got another show... Some people stop living long before they die Work a dead end job just to scrape on by but I keep living
begin This is where you stop, this is where you end Woke up in a downtown street We were crashed out living in rubble Broken bones, broken homes Broken kid?s living
Can't live, can't live without you Can't live, can't live without you Can't live, can't live without you Can't live, can't live without you Put your
me to finally live and do my music without the persecution I had known for so long. I hitchhiked all the way with a suitcase in one hand and my guitar
end I'm not just a O.M.B I play for a living with me people never stand I'm playing for you too You're not just a O.M.B you play for a living with
nice, bro like when you got lice bro. I'm ice cold, like a mother fucking ice pole. Don't make me tell you twice bro. Live-o, I'm live-o, Sideshow,
Slickw when the riff hits your Eardrum and the word sticks Like think quick When in doubt who you goin to? Who you owing to? On the other end Who
this here old Guitar. As the years went on, I made a few mistakes it was a Troublebound for this young Man. The police knockin' at my Door, "Well he don't live
the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All the way live from Philly