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I've been buked and I've been scorned,
I've been buked and I've been scorned,
Children, I've been buked and I've been scorned,
Tryin' to make this journey all alone

You may talk about me sure as you please
Talk about me sure as you please
Children, talk about me sure as you please
Your talk will never drive me down to my knees

Jesus died to set me free
Jesus died to set me free
Children, Jesus died to set me free
Nailed to that cross on Calvary

I've been buked and I've been scorned
I've been buked and I've been scorned
Children, I've been buked and I've been scorned
Tryin' to make this journey all alone
 
I could have found you if I wanted
I wouldn't even have to try
Saved you if I longed to
You didn't wanna see me by

Getting high
Getting high

I could have you if I wanted
I wouldn't even have to try
Saved you if I longed to
You didn't wanna see me by

Gettin high
Gettin high

I could have found you if I wanted
I wouldn't even have to try
Saved you if I longed to
You didn't wanna see me by

Gettin high
Gettin high

I could astound you if I wanted
I wouldn't even have to try
Saved you if I longed to
You didn't wanna see me by

Gettin high
Gettin high
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"How Far Have We Really Come?"

Despite the miseries
And the lessons learned from history
The pattern still repeats
Never to surrender don't you ever repeat

How far have we really come?
Until the ones who are leading us
Make peace their resolution tonight
Make peace your resolution tonight

There's an arms race to be run
Building bigger better dagger headed bombs
So let's drink to the daughters and sons
Never to return to their mother's arms

For every battle lost and won are these the ones that we offer up?
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"Rockin' Rocks"

Who'd you say is you?
Where'd you say you hide your proof?
You're swollen like a lexicon
If you hurry we'll be home real soon

If you meet me in the morning, gonna make my day
The sky will fall and the planets swoon,
Feel like tomorrow coming up too soon

Gonna bend and shake it loose
Use whatever gets you through
You're swollen like a lexicon
If you hurry we'll be home real soon

Happy memories I remember
Home spun remedies for stormy weather
Juggling scissors in the afternoon
Picking up signs from across the room

If you live your life like a castaway in the hold neatly tucked away:
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"(Baby I've Got You) On My Mind"

Baby I've got you on my mind, honey you won't ever know
How much I need you by my side, promise you won't ever go
I won't take no from you this time
Baby I've got you on my mind

'Cause honey I've got to show (I won't wait for another day)
Just what I can do (My heart died when you loosed the chains)
Because I think I know (I won't wait for another day)
What you are going through (My heart died when you loosed the chains)
I hope you feel it the way I feel it, I hope you feel it the way I feel it too.

So if I had this all my way, honey you won't ever know
I'd be there through every night and day, promise you won't ever go
I won't hold back from you this time
Baby I've got you on my mind
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"Since You've Been Gone"

There's a truth begging to be told as the blues grab and take a hold
To continue like this only acts as a force for no good

I just want to say that I miss you and I've felt pitiful since you've been gone
I'm just trying to say I need something I can lean against
So I'm gonna steady myself on a reliable friend

There's a weight dragging through my days that I spend trying to fill the space
That's been there since the day that we parted and made our goodbyes
There's a truth begging to be told as the blues grab and take a hold
And I just can't believe when I wake up that you could be gone
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"Love Your Way"

I got to keep moving to stay warm 'cause I'm freezing in this room
And if I prove no good here I'll skip to where I should
It's only an imaginary vigil that we keep
You salvage what you need I'll take the love you leave

I love your way
I can't explain
What made me change

I'm wading in deeper ever deeper as I go
I drown the whole idea as I drift away from you
It's only and imaginary vigil that we keep
You salvage what you need I'll take the love you leave

And as the memory gathers dust, buried in its crust
Are the remains of what we've done and the seeds of what we just begun
The tapping of the rain beats a corrugated drum
And the city glow well it pulses on to the city hum
Until the day is done
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"Sunsets"

Sunsets over the beaches from now on
Each day looking for new ways to go on

Maybe I should drop by maybe I should have called
Maybe I should have followed you and beat down your door
Maybe it's gonna be breaking you every time you fall
But to shower you with pity will do you no good at all

Slow burn watching the world turn from my arms
New way of measuring each day until it's gone

Sunrise building a reprise in my heart
Regret tight around my chest plays its part

Watching the sunset over the beaches
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"Roll Right By You"

Your gentle pace it provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us
Lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe
Do you have the information to decide whether you really care
C'mon you know that it's hard to complain about the way you live

So please don't let it roll right by you
Just think if the same thing happened to you
Would you be happy to walk in my shoes

I'm already tired of your chronic compassion fatigue
The final turd in the dungheap of every post modern disease
Are you in the situation to decide whater you really care
It's hard to believe you'd look me in the eye and turn away again
 
"Don't Panic"

If I invite danger
It might just do some good for me
Slack jawed little stranger
Slip and shuffle on your feet
If I set a trap
I'll raise suspicion and keep eyes on me
I'll just keep kicking at the cracks
'Til it all falls in on me

Big fat payback bleeding like a smokestack
I'm running
We got a dud pump speed bump burning like a fuel dump
I'm coming
Don't panic

So come and join my collective
Every man and woman for themselves
I never felt so well protected
Just hanging up here on the shelf
There's no way I'm turning back
I'm tired of sailing on the same old seas
I'll just keep kicking at the cracks
'Til it all falls in on me
Take a run for the money
Give you something to show
Now we're almost ready and away I go
So go cat go
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"Stumblin'"

I got to feeling low for making light of whatever you said
The pain went straight to my head chopping me up turning me to morose
You've got a thing or two coming soon so I'll get out of your way
Beat blue, blackened and bruised chopping it up at the end of the day


You better step back and see the mess that you left
Won't you tell it to somebody who cares
I'm stumblin' all the way 'cause its not such a beautiful day

You stopped to see the show but don't believe everything that you read
The pain's still there in my head pulling me close now that I'm here alone
Don't stop because of me you'll never know just how long you'd have stayed
So sleep through the slackening screws cutting me loose at the end of the day

It's not such a beautiful day
But I'll stumble through all the same
The bright lights are fading away
It's not such a beautiful day
 
"Roll Right By You"

Your gentle pace it provides a rhythm for the unwashed few of us
Lock and loaded past is a prison for the crimes of the universe
Do you have the information to decide whether you really care
C'mon you know that it's hard to complain about the way you live

So please don't let it roll right by you
Just think if the same thing happened to you
Would you be happy to walk in my shoes

I'm already tired of your chronic compassion fatigue
The final turd in the dungheap of every post modern disease
Are you in the situation to decide whater you really care
It's hard to believe you'd look me in the eye and turn away again
 
"Pockets"

By now you know that I never arrived
I was too tired to move
I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse
But I'm tired of them too

Little pockets of air in the atmosphere
Make it easy to breathe
So farewell to unpleasant scenes
I want you to stay, stay, stay

The blinding flash of circling stars
Left relatively shallow scars
You played your faux renaissance card
To starry eyes and wild applause

It's not your destination
So something, something better happen
 
POWDERFINGER LYRICS

"A Song Called Everything"

How many more times will you say that you love me
How many more times will you wake up beside me
You think that you told me what I'd like to hear
But I think you should tell me how you really feel

I'll be your pawn, I'll be your king
I'll bear your scorn, I'll wear your ring
Our feet won't hardly touch the ground
We'll float away without a sound
You want to reach out and touch my hands
You promise you'll do everything, everything, everything you can

Now how does it feel that I strung you along
You're bound to try to conceal that maybe you had it wrong
There's too many true feelings you've had to contain
When you wake up tomorrow will you still feel the same
 
Watch it slip, watch it slide
I bet 10 dollars on a losing horse
Feel my grip of my bride
Watch me do it again

Where's my dinner?

One of these days, you're gonna be sorry
One of these days, you're gonna get beat (hey!)
One of these days, right before you
One of these days, you'll fall asleep (hey!)

One of these days, you're gonna get beat, yeah!

You'll never get beat, hey!

Feel my grip of my pride
I bet 10 dollars on a losing horse
Watch it slip, watch it slide.
Watch me do it again.

Where's my dinner?

One of these days, you'll never be sorry
One of these days, you never get beat (hey!)
One of these days, right before you
One of these days, you'll fall asleep (hey!)

One of these days, you never get beat, yeah!

You gonna get beat, hey!
You never get beat, yeah!

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Or something like that, anyway. Exact lyrics don't seem too important to Speedo.
 
A says he’s glad to be here,
B’s chasing storms in the lightning state,
Where everyday above the ground is a good day, and your life is great.
A’s got a cocaine body,
B’s got a benylin brain,
A knows he’s gonna be somebody,
B don’t believe in fame.

And all our time slips away

A’s got a girl for each season,
B’s got a mail order bride,
A knows he’s headed for salvation,
B’s afraid to die.
If hell is in the detail, babe, I’m a microscope,
I know I’ll live to see you swinging, given enough rope.

And all our time slips away

A’s growing tired of conversation, he’s already for his final scene,
B’s whistling hotel California, and still living out the dream.
Here we are together, let’s role the dice one more time,
Odd number says we walk away now, even says we die…don’t wanna die.

And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away
 
If your child ain't all he should be now
This girl will put him right.
I'll show him what he could be now
Just give me one night.
I'm the Gypsy - the acid Queen.
Pay before we start.
I'm the Gypsy - The acid queen.
I'll tear your soul apart.
Give us a room and close the door
Leave us for a while.
Your boy won't be a boy no more
Young, but not a child.
I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
I'm the Gypsy the acid queen.
I'll tear your soul apart.
Gather your wits and hold on fast,
Your mind must learn to roam.
Just as the Gypsy Queen must do
You're gonna hit the road.
My work is done now look at him
He's never been more alive.
His head it shakes his fingers clutch.
Watch his body writhe
I'm the Gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
I'm the Gypsy - I'm guaranteed.
To break your little heart.
 
Jegsy Dodds - grumpy Old Men (Robdabank session version)

"don’t pierce your face
it will only look like someone has tipped a fishing tackle box over your head
when everyone is panicking
laugh in the face of danger
always go with a lady who has small hands
it makes you feel so so much bigger
eat pies
always say “chips”
never fries
drink lots of beer
don’t watch pornographic films
they make your shirt sorted
or does that say short-sighted
have an orgasm
promise yourself that you’ll have an orgasm a day for the rest of your life
no matter what it takes
don’t mock the afflicted
smoke ciggies
take acid once and only once
don’t ever take it again or you’ll end up like Bez out of Happy Mondays
support your team through thick and thin
do something really mad
like run in the London marathon dressed as an athlete
wake up and smell the off
strictly no moustaches
don’t pay your tv licence
sing “who the fuckin’ hell are you?” at royal weddings
mosquitos, wasps, green peppers and the Sun newspaper
you can all fuck right off
so can the people who pamper pets
and northerners who say “git” instead of “get”
you have one body, abuse it
you have one mind, use it
and if you have a plot, lose it
and always remember to change your underpants
“what about the ginger people?”
eat fish
wash thoroughly
bloody camp tv presenters and white blokes with dreadlocks
why are they all so middle class?
don’t even get me started on the bastards who drop litter
retards, who on earth do they think they are?
cool not to use a bin? – GIVE ME THE GUN!
when over-friendly smackheads try to engage you in polite conversation
kick them, very hard
hey you lot, yes you lot wearing big mad afro wigs in your teams colours,
and the ones wearing those frigging tartan hats with a ginger wig stuck inside
god you're crazy
and who wear jester’s hats at festivals and footy and paint faces
you are neither funny, ironic or wacky
you are…..twats!
and when judgement day comes
you will be punished for crimes against humanity and taste
when Americans say “London, England”
say “where the fuck do you think it is? Azerbifuckinjan? Papua New Fuckin’ Guinea”
“aren’t you going to mention the ginger people?”
“NO”
and finally folks if you take notice of one thing i’ve said
remember, change your bills
you know it makes sense

the one in the burka looks quite fit
…..nice eyes!...."
 
Tracy Chapman - Bang Bang Bang

What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there ain't place to run to
Ain't no place to run

When he hold it in his hand
He feel mighty he feel strong
Now there ain't no place to run to
Ain't no place to run

One day he may come back
Repay us for what we've done
Then where you gonna run to
Where you gonna run

But one fine day
All our problems will be solved
Bang bang bang
We shoot him down

Give him drugs and give him candy
Anything to make him think he's happy
And he won't ever come for us
He won't ever come

But if he does
And if there's no one else around
Bang bang bang
We shoot him down

If he preys only on his neighbors
Brothers sisters and friends
We'll consider it a favor
We'll consider justice done

But if he comes for you or me
And we can place a gun in his hand
Bang bang bang
We shoot him dead

What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there ain't no place to run to
Ain't no place to run

Now we'll all be at his mercy
If he decides to hunt us down
Cause there ain't no place to run to
Ain't no place to run

If he wants the chances that you took from him
And nothing that you own
Then there'll be no place to run to
There'll be no place to run

And if he finds himself to be
A reflection of us all
Bang bang bang
He'll shoot us down

Before you can raise your eyes to read
The writing on the wall
Bang bang bang
He'll shoot you down

Before you can bridge the gulf between
And embrace him in your arms
Bang bang bang
He'll shoot you down
 
Mm, my Lord
Mm, my Lord

I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you, Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord

My sweet Lord
Mm, my Lord
Mm, my Lord

I really want to know you
I really want to go with you
Really want to show you, Lord
That it won't take long,
my Lord Hallelujah

My sweet Lord Hallelujah
Mm, my Lord Hallelujah
My sweet Lord Hallelujah

I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you Lord
Really want to see you Lord
But it takes so long,
my Lord Hallelujah

My sweet Lord Hallelujah
Mm, my Lord Hallelujah
My my my Lord Hallelujah

I really want to know you Hallelujah
I really want to go with you Hallelujah
Really want to show you, Lord Ahh
That it won't take long,
my Lord Hallelujah

Mm, mm Hallelujah
My sweet Lord Hallelujah
My my Lord Hallelujah

Mm, my Lord Hare Krishna
My my my Lord Hare Krishna
Oh, my sweet Lord Krishna Krishna
Ooh, ooh Hare Hare

Now, I really wanna see you Hare Rama
Really wanna be with you Hare Rama
Really wanna see you, Lord Ahh
But it takes so long,
my Lord Hallelujah

My Lord Hallelujah
My my my Lord Hare Krishna
My sweet Lord... Hare Krishna,
Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare,
Gurur Brahma, Gurur Vishnu,
Gurur Devo Maheshwara,
Gurur Sakshat,
Parabrahman, Tasmai Shri,
Gurave Namah, Hare Rama,
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna,
Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare
 
XTC - Making Plans For Nigel

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
He has his future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak
And loves to be spoken to
Nigel is happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
 
Slag pit stag shit
Honey bring it close to my lips yes
Dont blow those brains yet
We gotta be big boy
We gotta be big
Starfucker just like my daddy
Starfucker just like my daddy yes
Selling his baby
Just like my daddy
Gonna strike a deal
Make him feel like a congressman
Runnin in the family
Runnin in the family

Rest your shoulders peaches and cream
Everywhere a judas as far as you can see
Beautiful angel calling
we got every re-run of muhammad ali

Prism perfect
Honey bring it close to your lips yes
What is termed a landslide of principle
Proportion boy it better be big boy
Starfucker just like my daddy
Starfucker just like my daddy
Sellin his baby just like my daddy
Gonna strike a deal
Make him feel like a congressman
It runs in the family
Runnin in the family

Mother mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
 
Look out, Mama, there's a white boat coming up the river,
with a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John
'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
It's got numbers on the side and a gun,
and it's making big waves
Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy Lou
So the powers that be left me here to do all the thinking
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wondering what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He told me, 'Red means run, Son, numbers add up to nothing'
But when that first shot hit the dock, I saw it coming
Raised the rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why
Then I saw black and my face flash in the sky
Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Just think of me as one you never figured,
to fade away so young
with so much left undone
Remember me to my love
I know I'll miss her
 
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're soar away sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruc
You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction)

My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving,
he sat on my bed told me some facts, son.
I have a duty, calling on me
You and your sister be brave my little soldier
And don't forget all I told ya
Your the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss
Then I had to say goodbye

In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I'm only a kid
Certain things can't be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight

[CHORUS]

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're soar away sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruc
You could a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
#My story stops here, lets be clear
This scenario is happening everywhere
And you ain't going to nirvana or farvana
You're coming right back here to live out your karma
With even more drama than previously, seriously
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free
And we refuse to see
That people overseas suffer just like we
Bad leadership and ego's unfettered and free
Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead
I don't need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight
There's only now, do it right.
Cos I don't want your daddy, leaving home tonight
 
Kriss Kross
Jump
Jump Jump
You should know, you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya Jump, Jump wiggle and shake your rump Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump!
How high? Real high Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, huggable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack!
come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin'
R&B rap bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!
uh huh, uh huh
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is like jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C yeah you know me!
got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental And like you know it so don't be claiming that it's mental Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!
uh huh, uh huh
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't
(Go, Go)
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Go, Go)
Miggida miggida miggida Mac
(Go, Go)
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
(Go, Go)
I make you wanna

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh, uh huh
(repeat 3 more times)
Believe dat

:cool: :cool:
 
The terror of the view,
the emptiness of this room,
always writing against this truth,
in the way that a painter
must have a surface to hit.

The paint is flying now,
breaking the silence at the speed of sound.
Hitting the frequency,
she's reaching back at me.
Warm and loud,
Warm and loud,
Beautiful demons fly out.

And we're fighting for our lives,
to fill the corners up with light.
Black spell casting against them now,
in the way that a bullet
will go until it is stopped.

And all the medicine
went to my head again.
Late last night,
my bed of saccharine,
my bad amphetamine,
I was lit from within,
burning with means and ends.

And the city life is like sugar high,
knocking me out, keeping me wired.
It's incredible,
unsteady chemicals
come and go the ebb and flow.
When the measure of your work is the measure of your worth,
then you better make it work.

There's some people I could name,
but it's not the time or place
to split hairs with the guys downstairs.
They'll get their fair share I'm sure.
The frequency is gonna take us there.

And the city kids,
the angry with-it kids,
hate everything the first time.
It's incredible,
the kind of chemicals
knocking aroud in my mind.
In the winter of my night I found a desperate kind of light,
and nothing comes without a fight.

You want to know
where the good thoughts grow,
but you ought to know
where all the good thoughts go.

You can't afford to miss a day.
Call in sick, you better stay that way.
Stay that way.
 
The Rub - George Bush is an Islamic Fundamentalist.

(This is for all the folk... For all the simple folk... for all the good old down home folk.)

A'ight? Straight out of London town.

(It's for you folk.)

Here's an interesting bit of conspiracy theory for you...

George Bush is an Islamic fundamentalist, obviously
Trained by Al Qaeda in the heart of Texas to fight for the faithful army
He's now in the process of uniting the rest of the world against the good old U S of A
The land of the free will come crashing down if he has his way

It's the only explanation, old Bushy boy is an Islamic Fundamentalist
He's three quarters the way through his plan already and no-one's even noticed
That must be a damn-fine Al Qaeda training camp they've got down there in Texas (Yee ha!)
Getting him to pretend he's as thick as pig-shit was a stroke of pure bloody genius

Yeah, George Bush is an Islamic fundamentalist, obviously
Trained by Al Qaeda in the heart of Texas to fight for the faithful army
He's now in the process of uniting the rest of the world against the good old U S of A
The land of the free will come crashing down if he has his way, trust me

He's presided over and has been involved with one of the worst financial disasters of a generation
Every move he makes seems to be directly against the interests of his nation, haven't you noticed?
He's used the media to increase the social insulation of an already fairly bland population, since the McCarthy days
And now he's declared war on Islam just to increase the consternation

As far as I can see there's only one explanation
George Bush is an Islamic fundamentalist, obviously

These days on the street you hear all kind of interesting conspiracy theories cos no-one knows what the fuck's going on, we're all looking for explanations
The most interesting one I heard the other day was that the West was controlled by genuine democracies that actually represent the will of their populations
Only the one about the aliens, the anti-Christ and the Freemasons is more laughable. Ha ha ha ha.

I think my theory is much more plasible, let me tell you about it, it goes like this,
George Bush is an Islamic fundamentalist, obviously
It really is the only explanation I can see
For his truly anti-American foreign policy.

Now, at this point, I would ask you all to sing along with the chorus, normally. If it wasn't for the fact that there are cameras on the premises and the CIA might be requisitioning the tapes at any time. So I recommend that at under all circumstances, catchy though this numbers is, you do not sing along, you do not even smile. I recommend the most you do is tap your feet. But you do that at your own risk.

George Bush is an Islamic fundamentalist, obviously
Trained by Al Qaeda in the heart of Texas to fight for the faithful army
George Bush is an Islamic fundamentalist, obviously
George Bush is an Islamic fundamentalist, obviously

George Bush is an Islamic fundamentalist, fundamentalist, fundamentalist, fundamentalist, mentalist, mentalist, mentalist. George, George, George.
 
I slipped away
I slipped on a little white lie

We've got heads on sticks
You've got ventriloquists
You've got ventriloquists

Staring at the shadows at the edge of my bed
Staring at the shadows at the edge of my bed
Staring at the shadows at the edge of my bed
Staring at the shadows at the edge of my bed

Rats and children'll follow me out of town.
Rats and children follow me out of their homes.

come on kids
 
Everyone
Everyone around here
Everyone is so near
What's going on?
What's going on?

Everyone
Everyone is so near
Everyone has got the fear
It's holding on
It's holding on
 
Aiyyo my rhymes be the tightest like bones with arthritis (that's tight)
Rockin with the S-U-B, that's why they like us
These crews like computers is filled with mega-byters/biters
And I'm the new virus in town, I shut 'em down
Sound wack? Not the slightest, they filled with new surprises
Rap SCUBA diver, deep like tuba choirs
Rappers can't handle it, Joe just use your pliers
No doubt about it baby, I got what you desire
I coulda had way more hoes/hose than firefighters
But I choose not to date those roles, I'm strapped for higher
I got more game than ESPN
Just walk over to her like "let's be friends"
Went to her house like "Little Pig, let me in!"
She opened up the door with the sexy grin
And then (eh-eh) then (eh-eh) that was all she wrote
A lotta motion in the ocean throw me off the boat
like Jonah, I want it in a special way
Cause she shine in an extraterrestrial way (what?)
I said she shine in an extraterrestrial way (what?)
She shine in an extraterrestrial way, E.T.

("Shine shine shine..")

Yo, that night we both shined like a Binary Star
I still can't believe we let it go this far (far)
This shorty was a forty on scales of 1 to 10 (yeah)
"Thanks, come again!" I was like, "I wonder when?"
It really didn't matter cause yo, she had a pen and some paper
(put my number down) Gimme your number, I'll call you later
Just like she said, ring-a-ling, "Hello?"
E.T. phone home, I played it smooth like a cello
Mastermind the plan and pulled it off like Velcro (I did it)
Hit it and now she feelin all funny like a elbow
"Why you holdin back?" She said, "I'm not"
Communication is the key, unlock
We put our heads together like a Mt. Rushmore
I found what I was lookin for, plus more
Now with you I wanna spend the rest of days
Cause you shine in an extraterrestrial way
I said you shine in an extraterrestrial way (uh-huh)
You shine in an extraterrestrial way, E.T.

("Shine shine shine..")
("Shine shine shine..")

Yo, we all know the women outnumber the men
But I wanna play you close like my name was Glenn
Put me in a cornfield, I'm lettin all you's know
So fly momma shoulda named her UFO, yo
She beamed me aboard, we headed back to her planet
Outta this world man, you wouldn't understand it (nope)
Now everybody think I'm all crazy and shit
Can't believe I did a song about this alien chick
But it's true, you can ask Decompoze and Phrikshun (yup)
I'm known to drop science but this science fiction
"Close Encounters of the Third Kind," kinda
Broke telescopes like you could never find her (shine, shine)
Shinin like a "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
Now everybody's wonderin who you are
Don't mean to break your concentration, if it's any consolation
I was thinkin me and you could make the perfect constellation
She said, "Ain't nobody never told me that"
I replied, "Girl, can't nobody hold me back"
Kick a flow while my man Decompoze the track
You better recognize the signs like the Zodiac (Scorpio)
We shine in an extraterrestrial way (what?)
We shine in an extraterrestrial way (what?)
We shine in an extraterrestrial way
Homegirl she was outta this world like E.T.

("Shine shine shine..")
 
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