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If you wanna get to heaven let me tell you how
Keep your hand on the gospel plow
Hold on, Hold on
Hold on, Hold on
Mary had a golden chain
Every link spelled Jesus' name
Hold on, Hold on
Hold on, Hold on
Mary had a golden chain
Hold on
If you wanna get to heaven let me tell you how
Keep your hand on the gospel plow

Waking up without you now I'm on my own
Coming down the sky burns into my soul
And I wanna know that you're mine
I gotta know you're mine

Come on back tomorrow said you'll be all right
I'll never find the way now to kill the time

And I wanna know what's in your mind
I gotta know you're mine

And I fell alone
And my dreams are torn

You're not at all
Not at all
Not at all
Who you say you are
Gotta know
Gotta know
Gotta know where
You're going
 
Somebody calls me on the phone
Say hey-hey-hey is Arty home
You wanna take a walk
You wanna go cop
You wanna go get some Chinese rock

I'm livin' on a Chinese rock
All my best things are in hock
I'm livin' on a Chinese rock
Everything is in the pawn shop

The plaster fallin' off the wall
My girlfriend cryin' in the shower stall
It's hot as a bitch
I should've been rich
But I'm just diggin' a Chinese ditch
 
I'll be quiet to keep you quiet.
Don't concern yourself with my slow dying.
Through the vents I hear you sigh.
I don't get too high these days.
Your floor is my ceiling.
Lights out, you can't come in.
If you don't remind me, I won't forget you.
If you don't ask, I won't upset you.
I am jet black.
I am stone cold.
Jet black to the center.
Funny like a funeral.
I need you to bury me.
White noise in black room dust.
These hands long for one last touch.
Hourglass all out of trust.
I don't scratch so I won't itch.
I don't reach so I won't miss.
I taste our last kiss.
This is the cure: the same as the symptom.
Simple and pure: break to keep fixing.
Patiently nurse, patient and nurse.
This is the part I wouldn't show you.
The part where you say, "I don't even know you."
This is your cue.
Be glad it's through.
 
You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You’ve taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You’re just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide?
(I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good feel good?

You talk like a big business tycoon
You’re just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You’re just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You’re the king of the ’sleaze’
Put your money where your mouth is
Mister know-all
Was the fin on your back
Part of the deal? (shark)
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart (you never did) of your own
(right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside
You’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good I feel good
 
I don't wanna blow up, throughout every era I've been here
So far the underground circuit has been fair
The home of hip hop, can you say you've been there?
Home's where the heart is so hip hop lives right here
I'm from UK, to you that might seem rare
I'm steppin' up now to make sure I seem clear
In every council estate we've got pure talent
No one don't care because I seen as a challenge
I suppose we'll never be the balance that you're lookin'
You wanna dilute the realness then sling their hookin'
Most A&R cats I've ever met was all shooken
I'm lost for words if they don't bring a chequebook in
I'm livin' in a place where you can get your life tucken
For half steppin, by kids that'll blast weapons
Pull out by the lights they'll have you out in half seconds
Think your rough hang around if your ass reckons
Don't have to look for trouble, trouble it'll find ya
Don't turn around it'll be right behind ya
Then September the 11th will remind ya
Nobody ain't too major nor minor
If you're back in the streets or in a brand new recliner
Grab ya dicks and girls rub your vagina
Pay the pound I'll provide the punch liner
Might look young but I'm a real old timer
Been around ever since the days of Boogie Down
You can check my résumé the evidence can be found
Forever been blessin' eloquence over sound
Before they had the line off for spinnin' underground
Since then shit's changed man, shit goes down
But we're still gettin' down to the same old sound : it's hip hop
It's good shit for rockin a crowd
Where there ain't no space for mistakes allowed
I feel proud if I'm leavin crowds cryin' for more
This year I'm really thinkin bout tryin a tour
Is hip hop worth dying for, if your life's on the line and your only crime is being poor?
This time around I feel I want more
I wanna see my son's future set secure
Without havin' to go out and start breakin' the law
I'm sick of being sat in the flat shuttin' the drawer
I'm sick of watchin every day come and go by, tellin' teacher and fat boy, hold ya head high
See others come and go, watchin' their mothers cry, sayin', "why did my boy have to die?"
And still we'll try
As others might choose to get high
But we must up rise through to get by
It don't take too much to figure out the facts, who's bringin in all the coke and the crack?
This week an 82 year old got her throat slashed in the flats, cats are lookin' cash for their crack
And we're the kids whose left facing the facts
Now used for lookin' mobiles that match their straps
As if it's fashion, everybody's ready for the action
Ready for the mashin' and thuggin' it with a passion
Only takes two egos to start clashin, bullets start flyin then the blood'll start splashin'
Social wages really climaxing
Everyday I see it getting worse by a fraction
Droughts for the weed, but 'nough of that crack thing
Nobody round here is gonna be relaxin'
And this ain't no whites or a blacks thing
It's if you're livin in the council flats...(?)
They got us on a lab rat thing
And it's funny to me how easily we're all adapting
So I'm jus gonna keep-a rappin'
You lot keep ya next snap in, but fuck the hook
What fuck the hook, I said, "fuck the hook"
Kung-Fu fuck the hook, come on fuck the hook
Just say fuck the hook, fuck the hook..
 
Sometimes it feels like you will never win
Just when you're ready to pack it all in
You tear it all down and start over again
But I'm not down for the first time
Maybe I'll always be the one and only girl for me

I never minded the rain on my face
I knew the sun lived in some other place
I had to go I just needed the space
But I'm not down for the first time
Maybe I'll always be the one and only girl for me

Sometimes your life isn't going too well
Sometimes it reads like a postcard from hell
I've made my mistakes, I suppose you can tell
Some lives read like a postcard
And some lives read like a book
I'll be happy if mine
Doesn't read like a joke from an old Christmas cracker
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(Kirsty MacColl)
 
Styles like al pacino
Reno until the carcelino
The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino
Digger than jim colisemo
More reservoir dogs than tarantino
Scales for venezuela, brown as ni o
Making the block hotter than jalepe os
G. luciano
Be wettin’ shit like piesce in ’casino’
Fifty dollar cigar seer
The cosnia, the mafia
Don p. like garcia
Drug czar and the baby-pah beater
The m-8 behind the bar-freer
The poughkenoughs, the panama skier
Down with the parmesan
Ready to comb like vietnam with arms
’cause the hollow-points and phenomenon
The cheddar-spreader
The killer with the gold carretta
N-leader
The sweater-letter with the hollow letter
Drama-setter
The patmeretta gettin’ redder kids and mamma
Shredder
Infra-red clow off the armour better
The godfather, the problem solver
Coming through with the 6 shell revolver
Hot as lava
Guns skills that reel and in the ’ville I be the barber
Gangster saga, the motha-fuckin’ face carver

Drums of death hold your breath
Give you a dose of shit that’s dope as soda
The underworld family cosa-nostra
Pearl-handle inside the shoulder-holster
G. luciano with a click but nothin’ but n-s & chicanos
You get hit up like castrelano
Italiano like crime familia
N- don’t get familiar
Me and my goons might have to kill you
Up in new york
We play bloodsports at home court
And hold down forts
Soon as ya caught, get your dome torched
G rap and dj shadow leave your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short, take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home court
Give you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking section
First-class tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where n-s never rest in
Headed in hell’s direction
Lost at the crossroads and intersection
Should’ve wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity, someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of butch cassidy
Bitch n- with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motha-fuckin’ tragedy
 
while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn

he'll never return it

so when you come back
we'll have to make new love
 
all the accidents that happen
follow the dot
coinsidense makes sense
only with you
you don't have to speak
i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me

then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:

...state of emergency...
...how beatuiful to be!...
...state of emergency...
...is where i want to be...

all that no-one sees
you see
what's inside of me
every nerve that hurts you heal
deep inside of me
you don't have to speak - i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
confuse

then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:

...state of emergency...
...how beatuiful to be!...
...state of emergency...
...is where i want to be...

...state of emergency...

...state of emergency...
 
Baby
Yeah
The first time I saw you darling I knew I was in love
Tell her Daddy
The way you took your wheelchair up that handicap ramp
Mmm, it's a mind blower
But now baby I miss ya I miss ya
I miss all the times we played Marco Polo in the pool
Oh yeah
Hide and go seek beneath the sheets
Oh yeah
And just the smell of the oil in your wheelchair
I remember the day I saw you hobbling
A Weeble Wobbling you had a problem
You didn't have any legs just a smile and some stumps
No smelly feet a torso to hump
No baby love yeah that's what we'd be making
Ride you like a Sit and Spin until your stumps started aching
Spin you around yeah roll you near yeah
Turn you upside down to hold my beer

You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same oh baby
You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same

They say nothing beats a great pair of legs but somehow
Baby the day you walked out of my life there's nothing
I wanted more than, than for you to come crawling back to me
When we started going together people said they couldn't believe it
That I could be so happy with a quadriplegic
We would wake up real early and you could make me some eggs mmm
Girl I didn't care if you ain't got no legs
I loved you for you and you loved me for me oh yeah
Wasn't really hard for those more fortunate to see
That the first time we made love it was such a wonderful feeling
The way the suspension wires held you 'cross the ceiling
When you rolled out of my life
My heart just broke
I can still hear the noise of the squeaks in your spokes

You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same oh baby
You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same
 
I am the key to the lock in your house
That keeps your toys in the basement
And if you get too far inside
You'll only see my reflection

It's always best when the light is off
I am the pick in the ice
Do not cry out or hit the alarm
You know we're friends till we die

And either way you turn
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there
Climbing up the walls

It's always best when the light is off
It's always better on the outside
Fifteen blows to the back of your head
Fifteen blows to your mind

So lock the kids up safe tonight
Put the eyes in the cupboard
I've got the smell of a local man
Who's got the loneliest feeling

That either way he turns
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there

Climbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls
 
you can drive you can drive you can drive
down the 405
to the 101 to my house
and these highways are in so many songs
i couldn't count them all
i tried
so much sad history described in a ride
and when i told you i was happy i lied
i lied i lied i lied...

and i've got vicodin do you wanna come over
i know it's a long drive from malibu
i got a pocket full of pills and not one lover
and i'm feeling so bad and so good
i don't know what to do...

and i'll take my chances now
cause i can't go back i'm out too far
and i'm thinking i'm thinking
i'm thinking that you know how it feels
so get in your car and drive
and i can tell you that i'll try
i'll try i'll try i'll try

and i've got vicodin do you wanna come over
i know it's a long drive from malibu
i got a pocket full of pills and not one lover
and i'm feeling so bad and so good
i don't know what to do...

it's in your face
i know that place you're going to
i'll follow you
i'll meet you there
don't bring a thing for me
i'll take care i'll take care

and i've got vicodin do you wanna come over
i know it's a long drive from malibu
i got a pocket full of pills and not one lover
and i'm feeling so bad and so good
i don't know what to do...

:(
 
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To get along with you.
Honey, just allow me one more chance,
Ah'll do anything with you.
Well, I'm a-walkin' down the road
With my head in my hand,
I'm lookin' for a woman
Needs a worried man.
Just-a one kind favor I ask you,
'Low me just-a one more chance.

Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your aeroplane.
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your passenger train.
Well, I've been lookin' all over
For a gal like you,
I can't find nobody
So you'll have to do.
Just-a one kind favor I ask you,
'Low me just-a one more chance.

Honey, just allow me one more chance
To get along with you.
Honey, just allow me one more chance,
Ah'll do anything with you.
Well, lookin' for a woman
That ain't got no man,
Is just lookin' for a needle
That is lost in the sand.
Just-a one kind favor I ask you,
'Low me just-a one more chance.
 
Golden brown texture like sun
Lays me down with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown

Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown

Golden brown finer temptress
Through the ages she's heading west
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown
 
Anthony walked to his death because he thought he'd never feel this way again
If he goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse, what could he do?
He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that funny day
And if there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because
It's bound to be less boring than today
It's bound to be less boring than tomorrow

Hilary walked to her death because she couldn't think of anything to say
Everybody thought that she was boring, so they never listened anyway
Nobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleep
She was into S&M and bible studies
Not everyone's cup of tea she would admit to me
Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one
Her cup of tea, she would admit to me
Oh but her cup of tea, she would admit to no one

Hilary went to the Catholic Church because she wanted information
The vicar, or whatever, took her to one side and gave her confirmation
Saint Theresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely
But it doesn't interest, the only things she wants to know is
How and why and when and where to go
How and why and when and where to follow
How and why and when and where to go
How and why and when and where to follow

But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever
la la la la la la la

When she got back, her spirituality was thrown into confusion
So she got a special deal on renting
From the man at Rediffusion
"Look at me! I'm on TV
It makes up for the shortcomings of being poor
Now I'm in a million pieces", picked up for deliberation
By the people listening at home
By the people watching on the telly
By the people listening at home
By the people watching on the telly

But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la
But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
Chances are you'll probably feel better
If you stayed and played with yourself
 
Hit HARD!!!!
And you don't stop coming
Don't wait!
For the sands of time are running
Towards Destiny.
Strength of will is a weapon
Towards Destiny.
You can be what you want to be
Towards Destiny.
Through embrace of death alive
Towards Destiny.
forever

What we create on this night
Lives beyond us like ancient starlight
Werecat youth that roam the streets
They do not fear the darkness

Forever Forever Forever

Forever, thats where we'll be
Eternal, In a harvest of memories
Towards Destiny. Strength of will is a weapon
Towards Destiny. You can be what you want to be
Towards Destiny. Through embrace of death alive
Towards Destiny. forever tonight.
 
Blume

Chrysantemum
For you I am a chrysantemum
Supernova, urgent star

Astera Compositae
For you I`ll be a dandelion
a thousand flowerettes in the sky
Or just a drop in the ocean

If you know my name
don't speak it out
it holds a power — as before

Liliacea
A lily of the valley
a flower of saron

Helianthus annus
For you I even be a sunflower
Do you hear my enlightening laughter?
another reason to cut off an ear

For you know my name, do you not?
don't say it
For it is sacred, immovable, frozen

Rosa, Anemone et Nymphea alba
I'll even be a waterlily,
a marygold, a rose
or a little thistle

Euphorbia
a blue dahlia, a black tulip
that's where opinions differ
the scholars disagree

My name, should you know it
remains unspeakable
and is spoken — malediction
 
I saw the splendor of the moonlight
On Honolulu Bay
There's something tender in the moonlight
On Honolulu Bay

And all the beaches are filled with peaches
Who bring their ukes along
And in the glimmer of the moonlight
They love to sing this song

1:
If you like Ukulele Lady
Ukulele Lady like a'you
If you like to linger where it's shady
Ukulele Lady linger too
If you kiss Ukulele Lady
While you promise ever to be true
And she sees another Ukulele
Lady foolin' 'round with you

2:
Maybe she'll sigh (an awful lot)
Maybe she'll cry (and maybe not)
Maybe she'll find somebody else
By and by
To sing to when it's cool and shady
Where the tricky wicky wacky woo
If you like Ukulele Lady
Ukulele Lady like a'you

She used to sing to me by moonlight
On Honolulu Bay
Fond memories cling to me by moonlight
Although I'm far away

Some day I'm going, where eyes are glowing
And lips are made to kiss
To see somebody in the moonlight
And hear the song I miss

Repeat 1.
Repeat 2.
 
Forty days you've been tired and tempted,
Forty nights you've been out in the cold,
Every phoneline conversation's been intercepted,
And you can't reconnect 'cos the frequency is closed.

So many miles you've been out of direction,
So many signs but you ain't got nowhere to go.
Your cadillac's got it's lights disconnected,
Rolling your wheels down the wrong side of the road.

Can you see them now
Can you see them now
Can you see the sisters swinging?

Let's go back to church,
Let's go bakc to church,
So damn long since we sung the song,
Let's go back to church.

Let's go back to church,
Let's go bakc to church,
Anyday now, anyway anyhow,
Let's go back to church.

You drank the wine but it tastes like water.
You broke the bread but it had turned to stone.
Your sacrement it lay scattered on the pavement
The covenants you kept have all been stolen and sold.

But you can see them now
You can see them now
You can see the sisters swinging.
You can hear them now
You can hear them now
You can hear the brothers singing
 
Gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice
On pepper tree
Harden, harden, harden dont's and wont's
My easel she

You gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice
On purple scotch
Harden, harden, harden dont's and wont's
My easel touch

Gain his voice
On pepper tree
Heart's been swallowed whole
Who's real muse and she

You gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice
On purple scotch
Harden, harden, harden dont's and wont's
My easel touch

Gain his voice
On pepper tree
Heart's been swallowed whole
Who's real muse and she

Heart's been swallowed whole
Who's real muse and she

You gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice
On purple scotch
Harden, harden, harden dont's and wont's
My easel touch
 
if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no-one will surprise me unless you do
i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you
it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
 
magazine :cool:

This and that, they must be the same
what is legal is just what's real
what I'm given to understand
is exactly what I steal
I wormed my way into the heart of the crowd
I wormed my way into the heart of the crowd
I was shocked to find what was allowed
I didn't lose myself in the crowd

Shot by both sides
on the run to the outside of everything
shot by both sides
they must have come to a secret understanding

New offences always in my nerves
they're taking my time by force
They all sound the same when they scream
they have to rewrite all the books again
as a matter of course

I wormed my way ...
Shot by both sides ...

'Why are you so edgy, Kid ?'
asks the man with the voice
one thing follows another
you live and learn, you have no choice

I wormed my way ...
Shot by both sides
I don't ask who's doing the shooting
shot by both sides
we must have come to a secret understanding

we must have come to a secret understanding
 
Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute y'all
I want to ask you somethin'
I want you to spell somethin' for me Jim
Can you do that? Sure John
But I want you to spell for me New York
John, why you ask me to do that?
I just want you to spell New York, Jim
Well alright, I'm gonna go ahead man

N-E-W Y-O-R-K, that's New York man
No Jim, you've made a mistake, Jim
I'm gonna teach you the right way
And the proper way to spell New York
Well, go ahead, John

A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York, Jim - yeah
You see I'm a dynamite
So all you got to do is hold me tight
Because I'm out a sight, you know
'Cause I'm a dynamite

But everytime I walk in the rain
Man, o man, I feel a pain, I feel a burning pain
Keep on burning in my bloody brain

I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain
I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain
I want you to dig me soul brother and soul sister
I want you hold me tight because I'm a dynamite - yeah
I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain

No matter where I treat my guest
You see they always like my kitchen best
'Cause I've cocaine runnin' around my brain
cocaine runnin' around my brain, yea

Hey Jim, Jim? Where is Jim, man?
Jim, I want you to tell me somethin'
I want you to spell for me New York, Jim
Come on, Jim, I want you to spell New York

A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Right on, out of sight man, right on, ooh
Right on, yeah, right on

Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute y'all
I want to ask you somethin'
I want you to spell somethin' for me, Jim
Can you do that? Sure John
But I want you to spell for me New York
John, why you ask me to do that?
I just want you to spell New York, Jim
Well alright, I'm gonna go ahead man

N-E-W Y-O-R-K, that's New York, man
No Jim, you've made a mistake, Jim
I'm gonna teach you the right way
And the proper way to spell New York
Well, go ahead, John

A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York, Jim - yeah
You see, I'm a dynamite
So all you got to do is hold me tight
Because I'm out a sight, you know
'Cause I'm a dynamite

But everytime I walk in the rain
Man, o man, I feel a pain, I feel a burning pain
Keep on burning in my bloody brain

I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain
I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain
I want you to dig me soul brother and soul sister
I want you hold me tight because I'm a dynamite - yeah
I've got cocaine runnin' around my brain

No matter where I treat my guest
You see they always like my kitchen best
'Cause I've cocaine runnin' around my brain
cocaine runnin' around my brain, yea

Hey Jim, Jim? Where is Jim, man?
Jim, I want you to tell me somethin'
I want you to spell for me New York, Jim
Come on, Jim, I want you spell New York

A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York
Right on, out of sight man, right on, ooh
Right on, yeah, right on

Man oh man, I'm on the run
I've got to reach the setting sun
'Cause I've got cocaine
A whole lot, whole lot of cocaine, man
Runnin' around my brain, runnin' around my brain
cocaine, cocaine, runnin' around my brain, yeah
 
Come on, who can, who can, can hear the bass drum?

You’re no good for me
I don’t need nobody
Don’t need no-one
That’s no good for me
 
Tide keeps rolling in
I stand watching it
Keep on giving it to him
Silence over me
Keep on holding me
Every night
I know where you sleep
And it's hurting me
It's hurting me

When I want it all
For myself
I want it all
I want her for myself
I want it all

You tease me
Telling me
It's over
Wait and see
Leave it
You're lying
When you tell me
You're not happy
Come to me
For sympathy
Every night
I know where you sleep
And it's hurting me
It's hurting me

Tide keeps rolling in
I stand watching
As you keep on giving it to him
Keep on
Keep it on
Time isn't holding us
Isn't after us
It's hurting me
 
Huh!
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it's all about
Huh!
Hey yo, so check this out
Yeah!
Know your enemy!
Come on!

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy...Know your enemy!
Yeah!

Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy?

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy!

Come on!
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams (8 times)
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
 
The heater's on
The windows are thin
I'm trying hard
To keep this warmth in
I turn to her
She's sound asleep
Someplace I don't know
Doesn't matter how far you come
You've always got further to go

I tried to tell you
I can only say it when were apart
About this storm inside of me
And how I miss your quiet, quiet, quiet heart

Two hours on
My eyes are open
There's bad blood between us
What did I say
That made you cry?
Our dream won't die
Doesn't matter how far you come
You've always got further to go

I tried to tell you
I can only say it when were apart
About this storm inside of me
And how I miss your quiet, quiet, quiet heart

What is that light?
that small red light?
Scorpio rising
Doesn't matter how far you come
You've always got further to go

I tried to tell you
I can only say it when were apart
About this storm inside of me
And how I miss your heart
I tried to tell her
I can only say it when were apart
About this storm inside of me
And how I miss her quiet, quiet quiet heart
 
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