Lionrock

[Intro]

well, sit children.
Let me give the subject of the day.

[Verses]

This is new skank, get ready.

Fifa! Wake up!

This is new skank, get ready.

Fifa! Wake up!

This is new skank, get ready.

Fifa! Wake up!

Here we go again.

Fifa! Wake up!

She's here to test the future man
With x-ray eyes for every plan
Don't try to compromise her views
She'll win the day and make the news

Sometimes her cycle makes her sick
But she's too quick to keep it down
She's dressed for flight, the perfect night
A silver stream walked into town
And in her eyes
A simple cure
For young or old, for rich or poor

When everything she saw was her and of her mind
Would she bathe in all what was good until all else believed she's blind
Making her choices with her emotions
She begged stability while she stirred the world's commotions
She was shocked.
Door was locked.
Now it's opened up and pours the truth in to her cups

See...
Life in the palm of her hands
Youth in the palm of her hands
Balance in the palm of her hands
Truth in the palm of her hands
Life in the palm of her hands
Youth in the palm of her hands
Balance in the palm of her hands
Truth in the palm of her hands

She lives her life the way it came
Summer's tease and learn to pain
Played her games in city streets
To taste the life she longed to keep

Sometimes her cycle made her sick
But she was quick to keep her poise
She blew her top and caused a tidal wave to drown the world in noise
But in a thought, she would forgive
And granted need, to light, to live

Listen ends again into the desert street,
A strange kind of violence
And like a legend creeping down the alleyways,
It waves a hand to silence
All though we're not aware, there is a presence there
Until we hear them teasing
Spitting curses, verses from the sacred books of long forgotten reason
Silken suits, the clicks of heels,
The midnight hour long decayed
The spirit moves till busker plays
Till he wishes he could never played
But the street wise listen
While the wet roads glisten
Don't know what you're missing

I wouldn't carry you through this tonight
But the melody's here and the beats are all right
And though there's a risk from the street hood,
In the mist of the rain we can feel good
All though we're not aware,
There is a presence there,
Until we see teasing
Stealing time in motor grime working like a lamp through the vampire season

Heaven, soothe, power versus dancers in to a groove
Moves through the inner sun with shinning proof
You've carried all the blessing you can see
That you were getting what you fear
Love lies close to all the hate you could've reared
Blue skies always under cloud that disappears
You've died too, but wrong thing, hear the song bring proof
Under life's wing, many cycling truth

A lover's fight, the blues patrol,
She tries to keep the cash she made
Out on the streets since twilight,
Now she's wishing that she never stayed
But the street wise listen
While the wet roads glisten
Don't know what you're missing

Boys from the bar spilling out
Climbs into the car without a shadow of a doubt
Boys hit a drunk on the street,
Passenger screams as he flies from the seat
Lives in a tangle or worse,
Lift from the pipe of the night in a hearse
Lives in a gamble or more,
A lift from the plain day
A lift from the plain day

And the truth will set you free
From the broken lamp lying at the corner of a memory
Treasures to be found
Yes this is your town (x2)
I guess this is your town
Yes this is your town

Fall into line. I clocked the card today
Conveyer whizzes past my hands
The supervisor spies a quiet corner
Thinks he better warn a peace says in his plans
Assemble pieces of the nucleic craze
Conveyer quizzes the pneumatic mind
And while we're working are we seeking different thoughts
Spinning wheels away the pennies we can find
Design the future from the scraps you find
Display emotion with a toxic bloom
The new machine is up and running now
And in less time it prints the labels, good as new
Overdue or over done, before we crawl we try to run
And that's the all we try to reach
Before we learn we try to teach
A kind of dance-too close to find
Who sees the generation with their souls in mind?

We let off steam from the magnetic coil
Then we use a spark to raise the precious oil
The supervisor spies, the traffic queues
The news says we could loose while all the rivers boil
Should we leave them to devices, they would price things way too high
When I greet a man en route who claims I'm sentenced to comply
You're in the wrong zone. You've found the wrong place.
So take your dreams home. You need to interface.
And could you pull the thread unwrap the cloak to leave him bare?
See the truth before illusions that is in despair
A solid corpse, too sure to hide
Who shields the generations from the coming tide?

Opinions are opinions are opposed until they prove
But even when well founded the astounded won't be moved
So take the feeling high. Just let the feelings fly.
From macrocosm to the microscopic world of me
A force instills a life, who knows how long a life would be?
Envelope, attack, decay, release
We'll let this reign and thus sustain a kind of peace