Who is it?. It's me, Dave, open up, man, I got the stuff. Who is it?. It's me, Dave, man, open up, I got the stuff. . Who?. It's, Dave, man, open up, I think the cops saw me comin' here.
(Cheech:). Took a walk to the corner store. Just to buy a loaf of bread and a box of s`mores. Up pulled a guy in a yellow van. Shiny gold badge flashing in his hand.
Going downtown, gonna see my gal. Gonna sing her a song. I'm gonna show her my ding dong!.
Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones. Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo. . Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones. Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin'.
Why do we waste our lives?. When we can be so much more. Why do we have to settle?. Why don't we kick down the door?. We don't have to be a clone. And we don't have to conform.
The leaders today have their finger on the button. Mistakes of the past now have long been forgotten. God's name is used as an excuse to kill. The leaders play games while the people's blood spills..
You Can't Believe What You See. There's No Way This Can Be Reality. The Sky Is Red And You Hear The Alarm. Feel The Heat From The Fire Storm. Hear The Siren - Bodies All Around.
Here we are again divided as we fall. With no direction going forward. Now destruction heeds its call. With missiles aimed across the ocean. And dying of disease.
Here's Joe Scenester Walking Down The Street. He Is All Image From His Head To His Feet. This Is His Third Trend Of The Year. He Changes Fashion For Whoever Is Near..
The Earth Freezes Up. The Food Stops To Grow. We Have Poisoned This Planet. And For Years It's Died Slow.. The Winters Grow Colder. And Summer's Too Hot To Breathe.
You - You got nowhere left to run. The battle is on and the war has begun. Smoke clouds are rising in the air. And a mother cries in death's despair. .
Bloodshot Eyes - And A Cold Blank Stare.. I Roam These Dark, Damp Streets All Alone. I'm Searching For Something. I Know I'll Never Find. Well I've Been Searching For Something.
you, you never listen. to what they've got to say. and sometimes, you've gotta. you've gotta just get away. down at the bar on a saturday night. teenage kicks right through the night.
smash your symbols to the wall. smash your symbols to the wall. smash your symbols to the wall. 1 2 1 2 3 go!. . [Chorus:]. prophets and your preachers.
Power in the hands, the hands of the few. Their laws don't represent me, and they don't. represent you. A couple of rich men with a hidden plan. Who are brought into power by a religious scam..
Ritchie was an old friend of mine. He took lots of pills to pass the time. Used to be filled with political conviction. He started to struggle with heroin addiction.
Searching for 15 Minutes Of Fame. You Can Feed Me Shit. Staple My Stomach, Walk On Glass. I'll Take Any Risk. I'm So Desperate I'll Do Anything. As Long As People See My Face.
So You Think Free Speech Can't Go Away?. You Can Say What You Want In The USA?. Moral Cleansing Can't Happen Here?. Well Get The Flag Out Of Your Ass.
Every moment I have my eyes on you. You lost my trust - I lost my faith in you. Our friendship began when we were young. Us against a world where we did not belong.
Trapped in a cell for years and years. These walls have eyes,. And these walls have ears.. It's a vicious game they try. To torture my mind.. I've been walking the tight rope.