They said it every year, and this time it seems like, the end is near and we’re in line to see the light. How far does his black tunnel go? I got a car but the gas is running low, as long as I’ve known the bumps and creaks of this old house, it’s starting to make the types of sounds that only come from peoples mounts. You can’t tell me it’s still awttling, built on an Indian burial ground, killing everything, if distance is a girls best friend tell hem bitches from the rough who think jay loves come with diamonds, slave labor, you made me work for what I couldn’t have, but diamonds cut and coal burns and nothing lasts, I wonder why I saved your earns of ashes