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What was it you once said
That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that Within your need you lie alone This empty space you call your home Chorus If you just let me in I wouldn't let you break down I'm breaking down As if you thought the rain could wash away the day And could heal you Not for a second did I believe it Not for a minute did I believe that Within your need you lie alone This empty space you call your home Repeat Chorus 2x What was it you once said That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that Repeat Chorus 2x |
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(Rachel Bolan/Snake)
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 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 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 ucall junk To me it's just monkey business Blind man in the box that will probably die The village kids laugh as they waalk 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 shaade That you've got it made To me it's just monkey business CHORUS Monkey business Slippin' on the track Monkey business Jungle in black Ain't your business if I got No monkey on my back CHORUS The Vaseline gypsies and the silicone souls Dressed to the society Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis Can't get you by that monkey CHORUS |
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slave to the grind - skid row
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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