| Black Soul Woman Lyrics by: Mark Taylor I've long known this woman she's a son of a gun She's got those seductive eyes that keep me on the run Black Soul Woman, you've got me on the run Black Soul Woman, you've got me on the run She bites just like a black widow than there's no turning back She just keeps comin' and comin', but leaves just before we hit the sack Black Soul Woman, you've got me on the run Black Soul Woman, you've got me on the run She treats me like a rag doll then tosses me aside When she feels like playin', she's around me all the time Black Soul Woman, you've got me on the run Black Soul Woman, you've got me on the run |
| Down South Lyrics by: Mark Taylor There's this crazy guy, who lives down south He used to walk like a wimp, now his chest sticks out He couldn't put a verse together, even if he trid Then they hit the buildings, now they gotta die Now stop and think, why do you wonder why? You boss everyone around, you're evil in a Christian disguise This war on terrorism doesn't make much sense Look at every major city, empty clips and shells at an alarming dispense It's not about the people, I'll tell you the reason why Look at every major city, gang kids keep on dyin' This war on drugs, doesn't make muck sense Sell some pot so so the sick can eat, and get a life sentence Let's talk about bullying, what do you think you do? How do you expect the kids to stop, when their role model is you? Actions speak loader than words ever will Get your act together, quit thinking about the till There's this crazy guy, who lives down south He used to walk like a wimp, now his chest sticks out He couldn't put a speach together, he couldn't even talk He's just as closed minded, as the old southern law |