Wanted to go to the white fluffy. Clouds in a Bombay Sapphire coma. Been several shades of broken. Ever since I disowned her. . I wanted to be with my woman.
We're just a bunch of buffalos. Getting slaughtered. We're all Red Indians. We love firewater. . We're just a bunch of buffalos. Getting slaughtered. We're all Red Indians.
I'm the fly on your wall. and the sound I make will always remain. humming on. bringing sounds and smells of summer. . I'm the swarm in your jar. hear the song we sing - a twisted refrain.
Aphrodites puppet. You love and your world's well lost. Embrace the make believe. She's a godsend. Ride every crest of every wave. . Blind boy prodigy.
She hates the man and he hates the man. Because something strong inside. Has been denied them. But not him, oh, not him. . He hates the girl and she hates the girl.
Broken, why concede?. Broken, crumbling with grief. Broken, I don't believe you're broken. . You've given up, turned it in on yourself now. Not inward out but outward in.
(Then the blackness loomed close up against my skin. Snuffing out even the evil whining hiss of those damning lips. Driving all sensibility into retreat.
Gotta Run Away. Try Get Away. Gotta Run Away. Try Get Away. Gotta Run Away. Try Get Away. Gotta Run Away. Try Get Away. . If You Ever Want To See Your Daughter Again.
Now when the shit goes down, I'm always forced to grow. Forced to see all the things that I still don't know. And if there's one thing I've learned. It's never too late to take a fucked up life to a beautiful state.
No time for words just choose sides. No fear 'cause no one can hide. No room to keep this inside. I'm on the front line yelling out the battle cry. . Steppin' with my Armageddon, weapon I'll wet 'em and let 'em.
This is the last trip, this is the last trip. CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Crazy Town. . I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O. A space age hip-hop superhero.
Buy now, pay as you go,. Buy now, say hello.. You can put a mortgage on your life. To enter Shoppers' Paradise.. A trade-in for your dignity. A lovely colour console T.V..
Chorus: If they drop a bomb on us, we fucking deserve it. We know we got it coming, we fucking deserve it. They got a comfy set up, they'll try and preserve it.
Twenty odd years now waiting for the flash. chronic obsessive compulsive. Why can't I breath?. Evacuate, evacuate, evacuate. And he began to suffocate, and his possessions multiplied.
"Bloody Revolution". by Crass originally. recorded 1980. You talk about your revolution, well, that's fine. But what are you going to be doing come the time?.
Industry on the mercenary bloodpath,. Military loves the gory warbath,. Economics shape the battle landscape,. All join together for the grand rape.. Moral intentions make a scapegoat,.
Industry on the mercenary bloodpath. Military loves the gory warbath. Economics shape the battle landscape. All join together for the grand rape. Moral intentions make a scapegoat.
[INTRO: CRAW]. Shout out to all my people in the struggle man. Chasing them demons, or letting um chase you. Ay yo, ay yo. . [VERSE 1: CRAW]. Can I get a cigarette? Let me get a hit of that.
They're telling you to do it,. Grow up and tow the line,. They tell you if you do it,. Everything will turn out fine.. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, what a wonderful life,.
[VERSE 1: CRAW]. She grew up in that rat race a slave to that phat bass,. She liked to feel it move her cheek bones,. She don't feel alive 'less she driving illegal,.