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There's a star for everyone
But some get lost in darkness When your pretty smile is gone When I'm looking for a Superglider, Superglide Superglider ??Life all in my dream, lay your eyes?? ??....so called hate?? All the luck you had was gone Tangled in a highway And the lights were coming down When I'm looking for a Superglider, Superglide Superglider ??Life always follows me, lay your eyes also green?? ??smile... so called hate?? There's a star for everyone |
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Scratchin' like a tom cat
Got a monkey on my back I'm gonna push and pull And howl like wolf And drive my cadillac I've got medication, honey I've got wings to fly I've got horse hoof tea To buzz you like a bee Gonna blind the evil eye Push and pull with me Funky jammin' free Walk it like you talk it, honey Strut your funky stuff Come on... I'm yours, you're mine Gimme more of that Jailbird pie I'm yours, you're mine Gimme more of that Jailbird pie I'm yours, you're mie Gimme more of that Jailbird pie I'm yours, you're mine Yeah, yeah, yeah* Come in my kitchen I've got hop head soup for grease Just shake your hips And let it rip And let the spirit free Ride on Baby, ride on Let your crazy horses loose Give it all you got When you're hot to trot 'N' wave bye bye to the blues Shake it to the east Shake it to the west Shake it with the very one That you love the best Come on.. *repeat all right I'm yours, you're mine Gimme more of that Jailbird pie I'm yours, you're mine Gimme more of that Jailbird pie** ** repeat to fade |
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Throw me your matches 'cos I like to burn stuff
Give me your lighter to keep me amused Kiss your fingers goodbye bye bye I'm burning them Kiss your fingers goodbye bye bye I'm burning As a matter of fact they've just turned black I think you're attractive but in a strange way It's always exciting when you're around Kiss your Bentley goodbye bye bye I'm burning up Kiss your Bentley goodbye bye bye I'm burning As a matter of fact it's just turned black Bye bye bye Bye bye bye Pyromania So pyrotechnician I think I love you When will you let me join in your stunts Kiss your fingers goodbye bye bye I'm burning them Kiss your fingers goodbye bye bye I'm burning As a matter of fact they've just turned black Pyromania Pyromania Pyromania Pyromania |
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You can sue me for malpractice
every single time I jack this. 'cause the lower I go, the less I wanna know about the truth that rips through me like a bullet. You feel the trigger and then pull it and figure I was an irritant of something irrelevant, you could ignore by locking the door or more switching over to another station. A towering monument to disinformation beaming out on the current frequency propaganda written out on the pages daily. I see the system as it crumbles before me, propaganda written out on the pages daily. I see the system as it crumbles before me, I see the system as it dies. All I check is all I see, here before me... All I check is all I see, here before me... All I check is all I see is this: CONDITIONING. (Eject the program(me), reject the power) (Let the nature flow, let the colour flower) The hi-tech hypnosis leads us straight to the late-night psychosis. Cold symmetrical thoughts flow out like shards of ice a paradise, a rich spice. It's radiating a glow so let it flow, go, go It's radiating a glow so let it flow, c'mon c'mon, go let that shit go. Don't pull the wool over my eyes, you wool-puller I hear your tone, I know exactly what you're full of. Language is a virus, Man is a violence, I stand in defiance, my Spirit is my science. I know all about the powers of social control, so find another pigeon for your pigeon hole. Burn my body, sell my name, hang me high in the hall of fame. What's gone wild will never get tame and every blow just fans a flame. Conditioned for the street meat and for the top told us, sold us, they won't stop. Put all their piggy-pennies in their piggy-bank so they can consume you wherever they go. Talk like a sit-com, eat your "Whopper", [11.1] I won't be another "Happy Shopper". [11.2] Be a good boy, ignore the facts you know you'll feel much better. Bow before the God, we'll suck you dry and send your Mom a letter. What do we have to do to make you touch it to make you feel it? You've been altered and you can't conceal it. Press the button to eject from the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect. Press the button to eject from the cartoon frame of mind that won't connect. |
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Lick A Shot
"Colour is not important." Lick a shot! "Oh!" Comin' at ya "Fire!" Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, wanna get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Prude! You can't hang Flash back on the skills when I used to bang On the corner I'll warn ya Gonna roll on ya Fool Hit ya with a golden rule Don't turn your back on the street When I hit that corner, feel the concrete If ya push that by like nothin' Watch me turn to a psycho all of a sudden Blastin' at these fools with a passion Look at the Glock when it's time for some action Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Sunday morning Wake up it's stormin' Raindrops fallin' on my head it's pourin' Cats an' dogs Pigs in a wagon Lookin' for the Afro - one that's saggin' Scooby-Doo An' fucked down too Ploy me Don't let your punk ass try me Gonna take more Then you better call your backup team And wait for the crew I'm the one flippin' Keepin' the clip On my hip an' Just watch your back if you're slippin' Oooo Where did that .22 Come from When the bullet past through my lung I've lost my breath I'm winded I've been hit, by a slug that wasn't intended I hear thunder I wonder If a nigga like me's goin' under Take a number! Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Had a bad dream Woke up in a casket Now I can't even get back at the bastard Bull-shit! This pine box Ain't strong enough to contain the Afro Marx Critical bell rings Snapped out the dream What the fuck's up with the funny red beam Pointin' at me I got no strap G What now: gotta duck, they're gonna gatt me Bam, I feel numb Where did the shotgun blast come from Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm Let the gatt hummm Lick a shot! So I let the gatt hummm *love teto* |
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Teacher starve your child PC approved
As long as the right words are used Systemised atrocity ignored As long as bi-lingual signs on view Ten foot sign in Oxford Street Be pure, be vigilant, behave Grey not neon, grey not real Life bleeds, death is your birthright PC she speaks impotent and sterile, Naive, blind, atheist, sadist, Stiff-upper lip, first principle of her silence, Of her silence PCP, a PC police victory PCP, a PC pyrrhic victory When I was young PC meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference Liposuction for your bad mouth boy Cut out your tongue, effigies are sold Words discoloured, bow to the bland Heal yourself with sinner's salt Doctors arrested for euthanasia Kill smokers through blind vanity If you're fat don't get ill Europe's gravestone carved in plastic PC she says innoculate, hallucinate, Beware Shakespeare, bring fresh air, King cigarette snuffed out by her midgets, By her midgets PCP, a PC police victory PCP, a PC pyrrhic victory When I was young PC meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference PC caresses bigots and big brother, Read Liviticus, learnt censorship, Pro-life equals anti-choice, To be scared of, of feathers PCP, a PC police victory PCP, a PC pyrrhic victory When I was young PC meant Police Constable Nowadays I can't seem to tell the difference Lawyers before love, surrogate sex This land bows down to Yours, unconditional love and hate Pass the prozac, designer amnesiac 227 Lears and I can't remember the first line... |
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Nothing to hide so I sing it too loud
Not like you, you keep Obscure from me Clouded intrigue Oh open up, speak to me I've nothing to hide so I'll talk to you for hours But I am closer to the poles They're merely cold as ice, impossible to touch Hello, hello, I've called too late To ask you to remember me You picked me up and drove around With Beethoven and rose garlands Yes I know it's long ago And times have changed your tastes so But it was you who talked so much About infatuation you called love Nothing to lose So I called out of the blue Just to hear your silky tones Whisper "Hello, do you know what time it is?" I'm so sorry I forgot the vast space between us That closed off your heart Hello, hello, I've called too late To ask you to remember me You picked me up and drove around With Beethoven and rose garlands Yes I know it's long ago And times have changed your tastes so But it was you who talked so much About infatuation you called love |
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That sounds like I should've been there
That sounds like I, I should've been there It sounds as though everybody laughed But by the time I'd found out they'd all gone I'm gonna miss, I'm gonna miss, I'm gonna miss, I'm gonna miss, tomorrow That sounds like I should've been there That sounds like I should've been there I'm gonna miss, I'm gonna miss, I'm gonna miss, I'm gonna miss, tomorrow I bet they laugh I bet they laugh I bet they laugh at me I bet they laugh at me I bet they laugh |
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