Lyrics Deadly Son Of Hollywood - CHAMPS

Strawberry moon
He puts his light on my back
He rolled me up the river, down the mountain to the track
I see the golden horizon
Shed its light on my land
Ten thousand ballerinas spinning swiftly through the sand

The storm won't stop, the tick, it won't tock
For the deadly son of Hollywood
The train will roll, the bell, it won't toll
For the deadly son of Hollywood
A Harlem boy with a Harlem hand
A harmless night took a harmful stand

He's the deadly son, the deadly son
The deadly son,the deadly son
The deadly son,the deadly son

Lowly Montana drives your wheels like the wind
Carry me Ohio through the oil 'round the bend
Is there a storm in your mind?
Is there a gun in your hand?
Is the Robert E. Lee coming close to where you stand?

The leather won't hold, the boy was too bold
He's the deadly son of Hollywood
The page won't fold, the end is untold
For the deadly son of Hollywood
A Harlem boy with a harlot mind
On a Harlem wind was a heartless kind

He's the deadly son, the deadly son
The deadly son,the deadly son
The deadly son,the deadly son

The leather won't hold, the boy was too bold
He's the deadly son of Hollywood
The page won't fold, the end is untold
For the deadly son of Hollywood
A Harlem boy with a harlot mind
On a Harlem wind was a heartless kind