The Sopranos (HBO series) lyrics

The beast in me

Is caged by frail and fragile bonds

Restless by day

And by night, rants and rages at the stars

God help, the beast in me

The beast in me

Has had to learn to live with pain

And how to shelter from the rain

And in the twinkling of an eye

Might have to be restrained

God help the beast in me

Sometimes

It tries to kid me that it's just a teddy bear

(Italian speaking)

[Wyclef:]

Yo, I'm rollin with the wise guys

you don't wanna testify

I thought it was a movie till they paid me off in jury duty

I can't front the check came in handy

cuz my baby mother stressin me like Edith did ARCHIE

they welcomed me in the family

bought me a Porsche and a crib out in JERSEY

I told my moms she wasn't thrilled

You may be an ambassador to England or France,

You may like to gamble, you might like to dance,

You may be the heavyweight champion of the world,

You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You're gonna have to serve somebody,

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Bo bo bo bo bo bo

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Hmmm....

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Bo bo bo bo bo bo, I feel free

Feel when I dance with you

We move like the sea

You, you're all I want to know

Even if it's all over, don't ever say it was all in vain

And don't tell me everything we believe in has been washed away

Because something still remains

I known it still remains, because I'm still the same

And there ain't nothing gonna change my mind

Because I've spent my whole life just trying to find

Something I know I need but can't define

Everything I ever wanted is here baby

When I was seventeen

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls

And soft summer nights

We'd hide from the lights

On the village green

When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls

Who lived up the stair

With all that perfumed hair

And it came undone

When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five

The truth of life is the greatest gift

But I don't think I can make it fit

And who would guess it would come to this

When I've tried everything

And I should know but I can't explain

The endless noise sounding in my brain

Who would've thought

That you could feel such pain

When you've tried everything

Yeah you're a loser now

Yeah you're a loser

Now

I should be cool

One Sunday mornin'

A-we went walkin'

Down by, the old graveyard

The mornin' fog

I looked into

A-yeah, those mystic eyes

Her mystic eyes

Mystic eyes

Mystic eyes

Mystic, eyes

Mystic eyes

Mystic eyes

Oh, the mystic eyes

Ooh

(Mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic, mystic)

New Jersey Turnpike, ridin' on a wet night `neath the refin'ry's glow

Out where the great black rivers flow

License, registration: I ain't got none

But I got a clear conscience `bout the things that I done

Mister state trooper, please don't stop me

Please don't stop me, please don't stop me

Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife

The last time I seen Viking

He was about this tall

With a tattoo

Where a smile should've been

Of his sweetheart's name

Of his sweetheart's name

Do you remember Viking?

He was about you and me

With a big scar

Where his heart should've been

Inside his chest

Inside his chest

Do you remember Viking?

Do you remember Viking?

The last time I saw Viking

He was about so tall

You woke up this morning

Got yourself a gun,

Mama always said you'd be

The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million

You've got to burn to shine,

But you were born under a bad sign,

With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning

All the love has gone,

Your Papa never told you

About right and wrong.

But you're looking good, baby,