I press my ears against the wall. To realize there's nothing at all. I press my eyes to the window screen. To realize there's nothing in between. . I close my eyes to feel again.
I don't believe in the apocalypse. I don't believe in the end of time. I don't believe in the solar eclipse. I don't believe in valentines. . I don't believe I asked opinion.
I'm taking a ride to the liquor store. I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more. I'm gonna spend all the money she had. On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine.
Reto, you're a technical whiz. Masturbating with computers. For a legion of kids. Reto, you're a solid state. A microchip and designer tape. . Oh, Reto, where did you come from?.
***Verse 1. I need some hiphop, if thats quiet alright. Can you please define, explain for me why. Can't I put hop with the hip. Melodies with the rhyme.
[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]. Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr. Rock and roll, man roll and rock. I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks. I got smoke to buy, coke for sale.
Don't stop believin'. That you can't do nothin'. Get yourself a second-hand guitar. And set the world on fire. Any old axe will do. Anything but a Squier.
yeah im tried of you. sick of all your abuse. and condenstion. im sick of you. . tired of the games. you play like a child. tired of the lies. and your cheap ass smile.
YEAH!. Well I'm MC Parry and I'm here to say. That I came all the way from Goleta Way. And I'm recording in this old studio. Just standing around, kicking up the show.
Any day, any hour. It will open, like a flower. The day will come. Like morning shower. News of justice, news of power. . I see urning in your eyes. I will kneel for you to rise.
Every day, every night, I've been looking for who we are. I fall and bleed. Have a reason have a faith. . In the final hour, of who we are. Where does it lead?.
I woke up late today,. actually I do that everyday.. Got no place to be seen, I'm not part of a scene,. I'm a gen-ious loser.. . Keeping council with my own opinion,.
I don't know where I go wrong -. Everything I do just takes so long.. I don't know what's up with me. I'm swinging from a branch of my family tree....
Thinking about the time we share. And how I wasn't there. It hurt me. These people overwork me. Then I heard maybe soon you'll leave. Excuse me lord if you have tricks up your sleeve.
Fuckin' posers. Yo yo yeah, yo yo yeah, yo yo yeah, yo yo yeah, uh, yeah. Fuckin' posers, it's almost over now, it's almost over now. . For all you fuckin' posers, yeah.
Gotta be honest, yeah, broke a lot of promises. Gonna hurt someone when we came from, where I come from. My district of misfits and freak shows and clowns.
On the table lies the crust of what he had. And just leaves behind. As I put bread down on the list of things. That I had to buy. . By the store leans your mountain bike.
We need your honour. We need your faith. We need your truggle. Your Country needs You!. . (Its all right, Its all right. Its show time!). . Peace is over.
1 for the money. 2 for the show. Time to put your record straight. Thats right, here we go. Make a brand new start. No need to cry. Got a hundred reasons.
Your family are always fighting, some of your friends ain`t worth shit. Even your country doesn`t want you anymore. Your head is filled with problems and it`s bound to get you from time to time. So come on son, rise above it all.