One lead rose. One fell swoop. Un-fin-ished. Bus Down-town. . Thought for the year,. still un-clear. What vin-tage,. Sunday's best. . But what's the point.
Conjugate these prison bars. It's like, that's right, the uprising starts. (Stay on the mark). Fashion victim indiscreet. Your destiny is hooked on speed.
Feel this rage, it's coming out. No more fooling myself. I'm disconnecting my head. . It seems insane. I'm droppin' bombs on your moms. From my Enola gay.
I got hands of Gods, I got Chinese bodyguards. I got Christmas down to a steal. With a degree in rejection, I like to preach. Straight from the constitution, my right to blitzkrieg.
I don't know when. But It will rain again. I don't know when. But this drought must end. . Don't you lose your regret. Know where we're gonna go. . And I'm singing to the trees.
I wear this grin. I wear it well. Throw my arms up high. And wail up to the sky. . Right our wrongs. Sing these songs. So the memories carry on. . Well the red light is on.
Damage control. Damage control. Damage control. Damage control. . The styles you rented, the heart you faked. The big martyr of all the rattlesnakes. You're an echo narc sabotage land mine.
This disaster plan. Disturbance of the peace in full rolling. Turn this up to 10. Stay on the ball 'cause the 5-0's coming. . Feelings intensify. (Out loud).
What's it really all about she said. Where do we go after we are dead. That's What She Said. Where do we go after we are dead. That's What She Said. .
I want you to want me. I want you to need me. Like I do. I dooooo. I need you. I need you. . I want you now. So badly. Do you know how I feel. Do you share my grief (yeah yeah).
Free me from this place. Free me from this place. Free me from this place. Into outer space. . Free me from this place. Free me from this place. Free me from this place.
It's dark in the street. Dark in the street. It's dark in the street. Dark in the street. . It's dark in the street. I don't wanna repeat. The mistake I made.
Bilderberg and Babylon are one. Ruling economics by the gun. Bilderberg and Babylon are one. Ruling economics by the gun. Bilderberg and Babylon are one.
I sleep well at night. Knowing I am right. And you are wrong. Woah woah. . Even though you done me wrong. I am writing you this song. In honor of the long and drawn out times.
Intro:. Wake up Friday Morning. roll around here. Drag myself up my hopes are clear. But too distracted To relieve my fears. Turn on the T.V. Flush it away.
[Intro: Fatt Tarr]. . I fish, I dip, I flip the script. Mow grass, whoop ass, that's country shit. . [Intro: C-Hubb]. Got a microphone in my left hand.
{INTRO}. . [VERSE 1]. You Say, You Say. There's Something Wrong With Me. You Say, Why Can't I Be Right?. I'm All Dried Out Inside. But You're Squeezing Me Tight.
I've heard there's a place where we go to die. It's a terribly overrated horse-shit shaped hole in the sky. Kick off your heels and come with me tonight (x2).
We are the Bay of Naples,. And the horses in Vesuvian stables,. Or the curves in a long cobblestone road.. . We are the tales and the fables. Told by Romans at their gathering tables,.
I'd like to ask you, tell me why you're sat at home.. You take it all to heart. . The wheels are burnin', drivin down the city road. I'm drinkin' at the bar..