Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Show Goes On , by - Kris Kristofferson. Song from the album This Old Road, in the genre КантриRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: New West
Song language: English
The Show Goes On |
| LA-SER |
| Kane is in the building, nigga |
| Alright |
| Already the show goes on all night |
| 'Til the morning we dream so long |
| Anybody ever wonder |
| When they would see the sun up |
| Just remember when you come up |
| The show goes on! |
| Have you ever had the feeling |
| That you was being had |
| Don’t that shit that make you mad |
| They treat you like a slave |
| With chains all on your soul |
| And put whips up on your back |
| They be lying through they teeth |
| Hope you slip up off your path |
| I don’t switch up I just laugh |
| Put my kicks up on they desk |
| Unaffected by their threats |
| Then get busy on they ass |
| See that’s how that Chi-Town made me |
| That’s how my daddy raised me |
| That glittering may not be gold |
| Don’t let nobody play me |
| If you are my homeboy |
| You never have to pay me |
| Go on and put your hands up |
| When times is hard you stand up |
| L-U-P the man |
| 'Cause the brand |
| That the fans trust |
| So even if they ban us |
| They’ll never slow my plans up! |
| Alright |
| Already the show goes on all night |
| 'Til the morning we dream so long |
| Anybody ever wonder |
| When they would see the sun up |
| Just remember when you come up |
| The show goes on! |
| One in the air for the people ain’t here |
| Two in the air for the father that’s there |
| Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto |
| Four for the kids that don’t wanna be there |
| None for the niggas tryna to hold them back |
| Five in the air for the teacher not scared |
| To tell those kids that’s living in the ghetto |
| That the niggas holding back that the world is theirs! |
| Yeah, yeah, the world is yours |
| I was once that little boy |
| Terrified of the world |
| Now I’m on a world tour |
| I would give up everything |
| Even start a world war |
| For these ghetto girls and boys I’m rapping 'round the world for! |
| Africa to New York |
| Haiti then I detour |
| Oakland out to Auckland |
| Gaza Strip to Detroit |
| Say hip-hop only destroy |
| Tell 'em look at me, boy! |
| I hope your son don’t have a gun |
| And never be a D-boy |
| Alright |
| Already the show goes on all night |
| 'Til the morning we dream so long |
| Anybody ever wonder |
| When they would see the sun up |
| Just remember when you come up |
| The show goes on! |
| So no matter what you’ve been through |
| No matter what you’re into |
| No matter what you see |
| When you look outside your window |
| Brown grass or green grass |
| Picket fence or barbed wire |
| Never ever put them down |
| You just lift your arms higher |
| Raise 'em 'til your arms tired |
| Let 'em know you’re here |
| That you’re struggling survivin' |
| That you gon' persevere |
| Yeah, ain’t nobody leaving |
| Nobody goin' home |
| Even if they turn the lights out |
| The show is goin' on! |
| Alright |
| Already the show goes on all night |
| 'Til the morning we dream so long |
| Anybody ever wonder |
| When they would see the sun up |
| Just remember when you come up |
| The show goes on! |