See the stone set in your eyes. See the thorn twist in your side. I wait for you. Slight of hand and twist of fate. On a bed of nails she makes me wait.
You made my life a living hell. It began with the ring of a bell. Tortured me with your ego bullshit. My only escape was through bong-hits. . But that was then and this is now.
Operator get me through. Operator get me through. Got to get me through to you, to you. can you see them, they all look the same. did you hear them they cried out your name.
You know moves I never fake. You know moves I never fake. You know moves I never fake. You know moves I never fake. . You know moves I never fake. You know moves I never fake.
Done, we done. We done, we done. We done, we done. We done, we done. . In the grooves of this record. Is the sound of John Cage. . Done, we done. We done, we done.
On your next trip east ot west on highway 80, isn't it about time you stop by Yogerts Pharmacy, Gillaband Arizona? An oasis in the desert.. Wanted for special promotion two brother or two sisters who are overweight, not over 45 years, high pay for series of personal apperainces. Yukon 66463.
(McNeal/Jay G/Papalexis/Larossi/Benn/Yacoub). Way in the water. Way in the water. Children. God's gonna trouble the water. They hooked me up to sing and wail.
(McNeal/Jay G/Papalexis/Larossi/Benn/Yacoub). I wanna go to Washington. I wanna meet the president. I'm feeling ten feet tall,. I'm indestructible to ya'll.
written by: Malcolm McLaren/David Lebolt. INTRODUCING LOURDES & PRETTY FATT. A sweet tuxedo girl you see. Queen of ball society. Fond of fun. As fun as fond can be.
Pardon me President Reagan,. But who are the terrorist now?. This isn't a movie we're making,. Who are the terrorist now?. . Contra-contrived, Grumman thrives.
Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line. All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime. Looking like a line or mourners stretching down the block and around the corer.
The times they are changing but it's really the same old thing. Now all the species are fading fast and it's the blue bird's last chance to sing. And that we don't have to surrender, let those scumbags and let them have their way.
Bolts of lightning, out of the blue. Without forewarning, the heat is on you. Watch what you say, the phone maybe tapped. Under heavy surveillance, looks like you're trapped.
verse:. Welcome to Britain, home of the chavs. Home of the Nike-clad kids smoking fags. Home of the binge drinking weekends. and going to the pub getting drunk with your friends.
Intro: (*Dialogue in the street*). look at all these tripe 'n ass motherfuckers. This niggaz don't even seen him, it's a goddamn shame. niggaz bittin my motherfuckin shit.
[mjg]. A natural fact:. That I pimp tracks and freak around. The game got cracks in them pipes,. It's leakin' town. My lines blow yo' mind,. Yo' senses remain puzzled.
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit. (Compton niggas). Nigga who the fuck got that street shit. (Park's niggas). . Nigga who the fuck got that street shit.
West coastin, coastin, coastin. West coastin, coastin, coastin. Y'all chillin' wit the villian right now (x3). West coastin, coastin, coastin. . Nigga ren up back in this motherfucker.