Ni Una Lagrima Más
Three for the Khutba from the Imam
Four for the mother that birthed my frame
Five for the father 'cause he taught me game
Been 'round the world, songs are all the same
Sometimes when I'm asleep I still call your name
Back when I was young I used to dream of fame
Now they all point they fingers sayin' who's to blame
Mothers put their girls into pigtail curls
Fathers teach their sons how to shoot their guns
They say, "Boy don't never cry control your emotions
Just take it like a man, make your stand"
The
Strip Noise
I'm just a sucker for that wall of sound.
I get a shit-eating grin when it is shaking the ground.
Nitro fumes stun me as I drink with the boys.
Bury me in the pit I love that strip noise.
A punch in the gut, a 4 second scare.
I ike the dry coughing from the thick air.
I can't stand the thought of being late.
Gotta see the first one out of the gate.
I'm on the verge of what I can take.
Strip noise, firing on all eight.
My ears are ringing and my eyes are dry.
No way I can turn down that war cry.
Wild Bill got me hooked, he revved up his toys.
Now I can't get enough of that glorious strip noise.
A punch in the gut, a 4 second scare.
I ike the dry coughing from the thick air.
I can't stand the thought of being late.
Gotta see the first one out of the gate.
I'm on the verge of what I can take.
Strip noise, firing on all eight.