• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Gazpacho - Marillion
• Gazpacho - Asher Roth

Saw you walking on your velvet lawn
Is it lonely on the moon?
You took a dive and swallowed all you could
Did you drink too much too soon?
Nothing left for you to fight about
No one wants to see you try
The nearest neighbors are a mile away
Does the ocean hear you cry?
Punching at the sky
They say the king is losin' his grip again
They say you're bullet proof, they say you feel no pain
It seems the hero is misunderstood again
Is it love or is it surgery?
Makes her seem so ill at ease
As she's begging you to please calm down
In her silk Armani on her knees
Did you carry out those threats I heard
Or were you only playing macho?
And the stains on her Versace scarf
Were they really just Gazpacho? Gazpacho
They say the king is watching his back again
They say the king is losing his grip again
Raging like a bull to an empty ring
Do you think they will forgive a hero anything?
Now the ring is just a band of gold
And your wife needs police protection
While you're sparring with the journalists
You're trying to win back her affection
Is this what it means to be a man
Boxing up all your emotions?
So now she's gone, you're alone at last
You can tell it to the ocean
They say the king is losing his grip again
They say the king is countin' his numbered days
You never lost a fight in your whole life
You never had no trouble sleepin' through the night
The bottle and the doctor get you through the day
The boys who run the house'll make it all okay
You think they will forgive a hero anything
Maybe Hollywood but then and then again
Hollywood is just a band of gold
Hollywood is just a band of gold
Hey children look

Homie I'm the wrong one to f-ck with
Better call the sub it was all about the love but now I'm straight nun-chucking
Yeah it's such a shame when I see these young bucks
Get an itty-bitty buzz but can't even bite a cuplet
D cup sucking, titties in my face hit it 50 different ways while I'm f-cking
Chicken wing clucking, blowing getting dizzy on my trumpet,
When we get it done making sure she gets tucked in
Yeah f-ck the mush shit pure bread Labrador, rapping rabit habit ash back from sabbatical
Dag nabit that cat stacks is a mouthful had to snap back rat traps in my household
Now I fly south no doubt, Yea I'm out Yo
Kinda Kenny Powers Hangin out with the Gauchos
God roals, Eatin nachos and gazpacho
On the couch slob kicking off my zapatos
Hablo, Nah could'nt find no good cop so had to cop from the crops in Colorado
Almo got the bribe tho from the Five-O
Thank you very much oh Mr. Roboto
Throw it outside don't you know I go oppo?
Doc pro, diggin the own short stop flow?
Madonna so hot she used to make cock grow
Then she got gross wouldn't let me adopt so,
Vato, put a sock in it make the stop yo
Nah bro, never tell I'm resting in Morocco,
Rocco's modern life isn't so hot so
Doing what I like is my motto let em know
Should have starred in Desperado, whatever yo
Sort of look like Johnny Bravo, there you go