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Your jokes ain't funny and there's nothin' you say that I wanna hear
The sound of the door slammin' your ass out is music to my ears If I can't beat you then I m gonna beat you to a pulp So can the TV rays and take my tonsil glaze right down your throat You're standin' to close what the fuck's with you You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper no need to shout This party s over so get the fuck out Get the fuck out Well I puke I stink bitch get me a drink 'cause I m payin' for the room I ain't buying you breakfast so keep your mouth busy and wrap your lips all around my attitiude Take a walk with me with your triple double Ds and your 40 foot do Why you walkin' funny you must have spent some time with the boys in the crew You're standin' to close what the fuck's with you You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper no need to shout This party s over so get the fuck out Get the fuck out The morning's comin' in and this is my bed If I find you here when I wake up The maid is gonna find me dead. You're standin' to close what the fuck's with you You ain't my old lady and you ain't a tattoo No need to whimper no need to shout This party s over so get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out Get the fuck out |
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| 4:18 |
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Well outside my window there's a
Whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heals kickin' rhythm Of social circumcision Can't close the closet on a Shoe box full of bones come on uh A kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch Can't afford the rental on a bamboo couch Collecting back her favors 'cause her well is running dry I know her act is terminal but she ain't gonna die no Slim intoxicado drinkin' dime store hooch Is always in a circle with his part time pooch Little creepy's playing dollies on the New York rain Thinkin' Bowie's just a knife Ooh the pain I ain't seen the sun since I don't know when The freaks come out at nine and it's twenty to ten What's this funk that you call junk To me it's just monkey business get back Blind man in the box that will probably die The village kids laugh as they walk by A psycho is on the edge of this human garbage dump And the vultures in the sewers are telling him to jump Into the fire from the frying pan Tripping on his tongue for a cool place to stand Where's this shade that you've got it made To me it's just monkey business Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business If I got no monkey on my back Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business If I got no monkey on my back The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls dressed to the society The hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis can't get you by that monkey monkey monkey Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business If I got no monkey on my back Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business If I got no monkey on my back Monkey business You can't tell me I've got the business No monkey on my back Monkey bizness ness a business Don't give me your business boy |
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| 2. |
| 3:28 |
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You got me forced to crack my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside the rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in the assembly line-oh no the noose gets tighter around my throat But I ain't at hte end of my rope 'cause I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Get it? A routine injection, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ain't even close There's no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my word 'cause I'm history Yes indeed You might beg for mercy to get by But I'd rather tear this yhorn from my side I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down thw rat racial slime You can't be king fo the world If you're slave to the grind They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick They tore my intention apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide I won't be the one left behind You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime You can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind |
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| 3. |
| 3:50 |
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I've been convicted with and without reason
Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree And felt the anger of generations And been a target for the cheap shots of authority So you think you cut me down to size Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball CHORUS Won't beg, won't bleed The end of sacrifice is a threat to society Hard line, you'll see Once you've made a mark, you've made a threat to society I wasn't put here to be treated Like some disease you hoped would go away if left alone You can sweep me under the carpet But I'll still infect your need to use me as a steppin' stone So you think you cut me down to ize Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball CHORUS So you think you cut me down to size Well there's something you should realize It's gonna take more than a break in the law To make me smile pretty for the wreckin' ball |
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| 4. |
| 5:26 |
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She caught the melting sky
it burned but still the winter passes by and by to the other side a slow paradise of wind that blows through threes that wilted with the season's children are we saved by the words of bastard saints do we live in fear of faith tell me now who's behind the rain a maze of tangled grace the symptoms of for real are crumbling from embrace but still we chase ... the shadows of belief and new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls are we ashamed of our own fate or play the fool for our own sake tell me who's behind the rain what do we need where do we go when we get where we don't know why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow when faith's our shelter from the cold quicksand jesus I'm so far away without you quicksand jesus I'm so far away without you quicksand jesus I'm so far away without you quicksand jesus I need you quicksand jesus I believe you quicksand jesus I'm so far away |
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| 3:57 |
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Check out Clementine Cleanin' needles in her wine face
down in her one-eyed world With her brain-dead valentine She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead Her sweet corruption It's gonna make you, gonna break you Ohh yeah, she said... CHORUS Haunt my house of pain And feel my psycho love We'll shine and pray for rain To heal my psycho love Legs at ten and two Chain her down that's what you do King Tut and snake-eyed slut In the pink but screamin' blue I'll taste you crazy, you smell insane I'm just another ghost Inside your spirits hall of fame CHORUS As the warm smooth soul Chases through the cold silence of a body A body of touch not feel One question is she a stone in the devil's garden Or a speck in an angel's dust Ashes to ashes And lust to lust She'll teach you true love Watchin' you turn blue love She'll wrap you in a chokehold And suck your spirit dry |
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| 6. |
| 3:58 |
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Turn on the TV
'cause I got nowhere to go Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico A 13 year old boy robs a store so he can eat And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door Hell bent on submission and feedin on the poor We could stare into the sun if we would open up our eyes But we paint ourselves into a corner colored in white lies Busted on a rockpile getting dusted in the heat Shackled to the system and draggin' my feet I'm riding on a break down another white knuckled shake down Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown a suicidal shake down Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang A con man's intuition can wash your sins away Send your contribution and he'll save your soul today What can he know has he been through hell and back He takes the cash and drives it home in a brand new Cadillac Spitting at the guard dog burning in his wicked deal Screamin' down the railroad with no one at the wheel I'm riding on a breakdown another white knuckled shake down Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a break down a suicidal shake down Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang Faith healin' superstition Cold blooded criminal mind Getting off on high position Hey brother can you spare a dime To get me off this slaughter line I'm riding on a break down another white knuckled shake down Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown a suicidal shake down Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a break down another white knuckled shake down Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang I'm riding on a breakdown a suicidal shake down Feels like I'm livin' on a chain gang |
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| 3:58 |
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Zoned out afternoon
Let's catch "who's on top of who" Tell it like it is 'cause it isn't anyway Much to my surprise I caught it right between the thighs My sweet little sister was layin' me away My jaw dropped dead to the table She put my cool in shock Crack kills and blood spills baby But psychos, dykes and transvestites Are on the choppin' block CHORUS Oh no, I saw my baby on the creepshow Out on, spillin' my guts on the news Oh no, I caught my woman on the creepshow Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't believe that I dug you She filled my boots with lead was it something that I said A picture paints a thousand ugly words Baby's acting tough check out my fisticuffs That's just what she deserves I can't flip from the station Can't unplug what's done Her six-foot-deep temptation She nicked my shin, and then kicked me in, And then she buried me for fun CHORUS My jaw dropped dead to the table She put my cool in shock Crack kills and blood spills baby But psychos, dykes and transvestites Are on the choppin' block |
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| 3:55 |
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In a darkened room beyond the reach of God's faith
신에대한 믿음의 손길에서조차 벗어난 어두운 방에 Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love 상처받고 깨져버린 사랑의 잔재가 남아있어 Betrayed and the innocence of a child is bought 배신당하고 and sold in the name of the damned 아이의 순수함까지도 *랄같은 것에 의해 사고 팔리고 The rage of the angels left silent and cold 천사들의 분노도 적막하고 차갑게 내버려졌어 Forgive me please for I know not what I do 제발 나를 용서해줘... 내가 뭘 잘못했는지 아니까 How can I keep inside the hurt 그 상처를 어떻게 가슴 속에 숨길수있는지 I know is true 그게 진실인걸 알아 CHORUS Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep to hide behind this fear of running unto you 사랑의 키스가 너에게 다시 돌아가는데 대한 공포뒤에 숨기기조차 힘든 죄의 상처를 거짓으로 만들때...내게 말해줘 Please let there be light in a darkened room 제발 그 어두운 방에 불을 비쳐줘 All the precious times have been put to rest again 그 모든 소중한 시간들이 다시 거기서 쉴수 있게 And the smile of the dawn brings tainted lust 새벽의 미소가 더러워진 욕망을 불러오고있어... singing my requiem 나의 진혼곡을 부르면서... Can I face the day when I'm tortured in my trust 이렇게 내 믿음 안에서 고통받는 내가 햇살을 마주할수있을까? And watch it crystallize while my salvation it crumbles to dust 또 내 영혼의 구원이 먼지조각으로 부스러질때 그 햇살이 찬란하게 빛나는걸 볼수있을까? Why can't I steer the ship before it hits the storm 왜 난 배가 폭풍을 만나기 전에 피해서갈수는 없을까? I've fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore 난 바다에 빠뜨려졌지만 아직도 난 해변을 향해서 수영하지 CHORUS 코러스 반복 |
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I never wanted to be President 'Cause it's nothing but an ego trip, yeah I didn't want your education 'cause it's nothin' but a pile of shit You bore me to death so shut up for God's sake CHORUS Stop readin' me the riot act While my brains are still intact You say it's raining, but you're pissin' down my back So stop readin' me the riot act I couldn't listen to a word you said This goin' nowhere thing is wearin' thin When your sex, your drugs and your valedic' Is just the spit I wipe off my chin I'd rather go nowhere than not know where it's at CHORUS I never wanted to be President 'Cause it's nothin' but an ego trip, yeah I didn't want you education 'Cause it's nothin' but a pile of shit You bore me to death so shut up for God's sake CHORUS The riot act |
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| 3:53 |
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We stand accused but you lie
Varicose-veined finger prejudiced evil mind The young get stronger free living fast But you're a sapsucker. You ain't gonna last Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babies Taught from birth it's crime that pays One man's fortune is another man's pain But that's how you play the game CHORUS I ain't the child of your disgrace You're mudkickin' into my face I've healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick Ha! Here's mud in your eye Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury All rise, 'cause here comes the boss He's your big brother the silver tongued doublecross His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight It holds the power to your demise The corporation blue sedan Behind the wheel Mr. Business man He thinks he's got the upper hand But he misunderstands CHORUS Your prestige is clear as day But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same The young get stronger, free living fast But your a sapsucker you ain't gonna last CHORUS Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down Mudkicker kickin' me all around Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down Mudkicker kick, Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down Mudkicker kickin' me all around I said, Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down Mudkicker kick, I don't fuck around, no |
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You and I together in our lives
Scared ties would never fray Then why can I let myself tell lies And watch you die every day I think back to the times When dreams were what mattered Tough talking youth naivete You said you never let me down But the horse stampedes and rages In the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself When you think of what You left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself When you think of what You left behind Paranoid delusions they haunt you where's my friend I used to know He's all alone He's buried deep within a carcass Searching for a soul Can you feel me inside your heart As it's bleeding Why can't you believe you can't be loved I hear you scream in agony And the horse stampedes and rages In the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself When you think of what You left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself When you think of what You left behind You said you never let me down But the horse stampedes it rages In the name of desperation Is it all just wasted time Can you look at yourself When you think of what You left behind Is it all just wasted time Can you live with yourself When you think of what You left behind The sun will rise again The earth will turn to sand Creation's colors seem to fade to grey And you'll see the ickly hands of time Will write your final rhyme And end a memory I never thought you'd let it get this far boy I never thought you'd let it get this far boy I never thought you'd let it get this far boy I never thought you'd let it get this far boy |
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