sitting in the darkness, you're dancing in the light You really hit the big time, I really took a dive I'm running in the rain, you're dancing in the light
with me and I'll take you home No need to pack a bag Who put your life in the danger zone? You running dropping like a rolling stone No need to pack
"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man The pole man, the shoeshine man I'm a nigger man, watch me dance I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen Evil
if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants, as far as I know are still Still bending toward the light And if we dance until the heart
your dead) and the bell tolls on a man walks around the castle walls on the outside the light from his lamp dancing shadows as he moves he tends the
and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing
're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class luncheon Food they're serving, you're stone-cold munchin' Music comes on people start to dance
the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone
Rolls in pigpens, boxes and chicken dance. Animal appetite, cannonball crush candle-light. Maddam black, mistress white, Sabretooth fight night i can't stand the light
cash, me and Biggie and the models be Shaking they saditty ass and parotta be Somethin' you cats got to see And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Cock blockers, pull out your mouth piece Game over, we up in the range rover Wake up in the morning with a hangover Roll over do the whole damn thang over I'ma roller
light, revved up like a deuce, runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light,
of the day, you ran out of light, Praying for rain, praying for signs, praying for time, praying for endless night, might as well be wishing on stars 4. raingods dancing
standin' on the wall like you was Poindexter Next day's function, high class luncheon Food is served, and you're stone cold munchin' Music comes on, people start to dance
the shadows That dance in circles down below You see them every Monday morning Electric halos light their way Five days of widows mourning But Friday rolls the stone
