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from Warrior Soul - Chill Pill (1993)
I've seen it all before
Turn your life in for gold It reaches down to my soul The taste of dust and devil This is the sign of my time The sound of children marchin' Tomorrow's dream forgotten All my dreams forgotten An empty sky looks at me This long course forgiven All I wanted to be like autumn leaves All falling, falling downward This is the song in your mind Never forget what you've done In this twilight time together In the lonely place we've come to When I'm gone please remember I only wanted to be with you This is the song in your mind Never forget what you've done |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
Far out scenery, the year 2000
You like destruction, well let's get started The country's broke, the kids retarded Crime stained lovers in cities rotted Love my hatred, love my treason It's what you wanted and that's my reason Caught you livin' the empty feeling A corporate handout to you is pleasing You love destruction You love destruction You love destruction You love, love, love, love, love, love Love my hatred, love my treason It's what you wanted and that's my reason Caught you livin' the empty feeling A corporate handout to you is pleasing So what maggot, you rock star moron You make me vomit now pass the bourbon I don't take shit, I bow to no one Don't pledge allegiance to flags, I burn 'em You love destruction You love destruction You love destruction You love, love, love, love, love, love You love destruction You love destruction You love destruction You love, love, love, love, love, love Love destruction Your love corrupt Love destruction Your love corrupt |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
I've been out all night
Think I got in a fight There's a hole in my arm My bitch is alarmed I was at the bar Where I'm a superstar Livin' on free drinks Hey man, your band stinks That's the way we live Downtown Our feet never hit the Ground, ground Ground, ground, yeah 'Cause I hate my mother I hate the world I told my father Some more bull I hate the system And I break the law But I'm at home When I'm downtown Yeah, down It's Saturday night My boys are wound up tight Slip on a skin Put the sucker in Five minutes to go You got a Marlboro Bust in some joint Maybe, find some points That's the way we live Downtown Our feet never hit the Ground, ground Ground, ground, yeah 'Cause I hate my mother I hate the world I told my father Some more bull I hate the system And I break the law But I'm at home When I'm downtown, yeah I came, I conquered Escaped the slaughter I live undaunted Let me take you with me I think you'll dig the scene 'Cause, ya hate your mother Ya hate the world Ya told your father Some more bull Ya hate the system And break the law But you'll be at home Come on downtown That's the way we live Downtown I'll be seeing you Downtown, downtown Downtown, downtown Downtown |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
I'm going out tonight and I'm going out drinking
Don't bother waiting up 'cause I'm coming home stinking I'm tired of sitting 'round, watching my world going down Gonna get kicked out of every bar in town 'Cause I'm a punk and I'm belligerent And I get drunk, now baby, get in bed 'Cause I'm a punk and I'm belligerent And I don't give a, give a, give a shit If you mess with me, boy, you better start thinking 'Cause I'm a mean little sucker and I'm coming out swinging I'm coming down the street and I'm lit up like a rocket If I see your face again, boy, I'm going to sock it 'Cause I'm a punk and I'm belligerent And I get drunk, now baby, get in bed 'Cause I'm a punk and I'm belligerent And I don't give a, give a, give a shit I'm tired of paying taxes and footing all the bills For all those fat slobs, up on the Capitol Hill If the president and CIA don't want me around Get the dea cover and come, shot me down 'Cause I'm a punk and I'm belligerent And I get drunk, now baby, get in bed 'Cause I'm a punk and I'm belligerent And I don't give a, give a, give a shit |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
I've seen it all before
Turn your life in for gold It reaches down to my soul The taste of dust and devil This is the sign of my time The sound of children marchin' Tomorrow's dream forgotten All my dreams forgotten An empty sky looks at me This long course forgiven All I wanted to be like autumn leaves All falling, falling downward This is the song in your mind Never forget what you've done In this twilight time together In the lonely place we've come to When I'm gone please remember I only wanted to be with you This is the song in your mind Never forget what you've done |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
Have you ever wanted to be someone you're not?
But you look into the world and you see what you've got There's nothin' there but brains and guts Finally open the door and then it shuts Look to the center and I'll think you'll find The people that are gettin', they are blind You changed the channel and there's nothin' there You weren't born pretty and it isn't fair Here's to the losers The substance abusers To the rejects All the imperfects 'Cause I think we're beautiful 'Cause I think we're beautiful 'Cause I think we're beautiful No matter what anyone says I think we're beautiful The most beautiful in the world You try for jobs but they say you're strange You're sportin' a style that they call pain So you get in trouble and your brain is gone You're cryin' out, man, but the words are wrong Here's to the losers The substance abusers To the rejects All the imperfects 'Cause I think we're beautiful 'Cause I think we're beautiful 'Cause I think we're beautiful No matter what anyone says I think we're beautiful The most beautiful in the world I know you're tired of being put down And all the crap that's said in town But you're the person that matters most I raise my glass and make a toast Here's to the losers The substance abusers To the rejects All the imperfects To the retarded And the broken hearted To the starving masses And the lower classes 'Cause I think we're beautiful 'Cause I think we're beautiful 'Cause I think we're beautiful No matter what anyone says I think we're beautiful |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
(Clarke)
The cash flows out The drugsroll in The nation rage While the children sin Officials addicted to dough The bankers grin But we all know They can????'t stop it ????'Cause they????'re linin????' their pockets We????'re blown away in the U.S.A. We????'re blown away every single day They can????'t stop it ????'Cause they are buyin????' Their rockets We????'re blown away in the U.S.A. Overseas They love our green Keep us happy With your little machines We live on credit We live on dope Ther????'s no promises When you????'re livin????' on hope We????'re blown away in the U.S.A. We????'re blown away every single day Kiss the sunshine |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
Hey
Detroit got stupid, it was time to blow I can't dig people when they play control I rocked to Manhattan and what'd I see Some great big buildings that could set me free The bars are open all night But that damn AIDS test got me so up tight I said that damn AIDS test got me so uptight Pay your money to the landlord Donald Trump is just a money whore Under my bed there's a baseball bat Goddamn taxes gonna break my back I'm in the wasteland, I'm in the wasteland I'm in the wasteland, I'm in the wasteland I'm in the wasteland, mama you know it's true No motherfucker's gonna tell me what to do I'm in the wasteland The gangs are doin' drive-by's in L.A. Quinn is drillin' ink and we're gettin' laid Your shotgun cops are goin' to hell L.A.P.D's got an awful smell In Hollywood the scene's all there Tommie's always got the drugs to go on a bender Every time I go I never wanna come back Breathe the summer air, you'll have a heart attack You're in the wasteland, you're in the wasteland You're in the wasteland, you're in the wasteland You don't buy what the government sells The goddamn President can go to hell You're in the wasteland Here we go I can't live unless I'm free You've gotta run to stay with me I move from town to town I'm livin' on the underground Hey baby, come with me I meet a lot of good company To beat the system move around It's the only way to freedom today Find your freedom today Find your freedom today Find your freedom today Find your freedom today If I make bail, tell you where I'll go Gonna cross the border into Mexico Tequila's cheap as sunshine Wind up bangin' everythin' in sight I'm free and that's a fact Once I leave I ain't never comin' back I'm in the wasteland, I'm in the wasteland I'm in the wasteland, I'm in the wasteland I'm in the wasteland, yeah, I'm in the wasteland, yeah I'm in the wasteland, yeah, I'm in the wasteland, yeah I'm in the wasteland |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
You wanna live forever inside the beauty crawl
You wanna sin together inside a bathroom stall The line of fire blazin' into desire run We're all a shakin' anticipating fun It's so frightening, carry a heavy load Hits like lightning that's just the way it go, goes When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug While your love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug While your love is a drug, love drug, love The walls start shakin', your heart goes boom boom Your head is breakin' and time goes zoom zoom It's [Incomprehensible] It's time to get up and a start shakin' 'Cause all the babies last seen were wakin' Desire beautiful inside it zero 'Cause mass appeal is our last hero It's so frightening, carry a heavy load Hits like lightning that's just the way it go, goes When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug While your love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug While your love is a drug, love drug, love The walls start shakin', your heart goes boom boom Your head is breakin' and time goes zoom zoom Mortal life is fun, kill fast, die young Super shine forever but you're not together When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug While your love is a drug, love drug When love is a drug, love drug While your love is a drug, love drug, love I'm making it beautiful, I'm making it beautiful I'm making it beautiful, I'm making it beautiful I'm making it beautiful, I'm making it beautiful |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
Hey hey we're from New York City
Down town where the life is kill Nobody's gonna pick you up 'Cos they're kicking you down ta hell We live in a perma-crisis Hope the landlord leaves ya alone Don't bother goin' out anymore 'Cos I don't like anyone Where it comes from I don't know Just living here ya get a rot-rotten soul Yeah it's rock 'n' roll All the little kiddies are satiesfied Livin' in the toilets, where they reside Sittin' on the corner just gettin' reaction Cuttin' all the deals just to get in the action Where it comes from, I don't know Just livin' here you get a rot-rotten soul I got a rotten soul Gimme, gimme, gimme New York City punk I got a rotten soul Pumped up out on the skids breakin' laws That hold ya down (Yeah whatcha gonna do) No-one's gonna pick you up And save you from this town (Yeah whatcha gonna do) Twenty four hours around the clock That's the way you gotta play (Yeah whatcha gonna do) Never gonna get a break and I hope it stays the way (Yeah whatcha gonna do) Where it comes from I don't know Just living here you get a rot-rotten soul I got a rotten soul Yeah - rotten I got a rotten soul I'm sick of all the little babies Just whining about their stupid lives And all the cosmic millionaires Tellin' us we're gonna die Hey Geffen, look at me I'm rockin' every single night Criticized and crucify me 'cause I'm ready for another fight Where it comes from I don't know Just livin' here you get a rot-rotten soul I got a rotten soul |
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You wanna fire to the southern market
Gonna press into the sky, you wanna get scum You can't do better them me 'Cos I'm comin' on down the line of reaction You're down man, but never die You're just kickin' for a chance to fly The super culture They say Rome wasn't built in a day But you're never gonna find the truth Until you try girl Don't follow - misinformation Don't borrow Get set for you to run I wanna get some I wanna get some modern lovin' Misinformation Don't follow - annihilation Don?t bother I live like an insane dog A pressin' hard luck out to the limit Kiss off You'd sell out for a nickel and leave your friends Crawling out of the senses Blast off Death scenes face before my eyes I'm on the speed ride, shockin' the torture No love Target for the blazing sun If I figure I can make a profit Right on Don't bother (C'mon baby, yeah, give it to me) The undertaker (I need your lovin' in the land of the free) You wonder (I'm going crazy yeah addicted to love Get set the games begin I wanna get some I wanna get some modern lovin' |
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from Warrior Soul - Classics (2003)
I'm a hyper-sonic day dreamer
Kicked out of the world My come down was amazing Like your burnt out culture Regress sonic sun man Kick start it and reload The fire now burning Like your world out of control Why so cold 'Cause you're blown The wicked try to own ya Economic styrofoam Used to be dreaming Now I'm locked in a stranglehold The regress is defiant Like the aging of my face Crowned in hatred's glory Just like the human race Why so cold 'Cause you're blown Put the money where your mouth is So I can shove it down your throat Like a hot shot made of plastic With a shattered ego The ticket to the white house Is not a blow job for the poor The rich man gets a suck off 'Cause the president's his whore Why so cold 'Cause you're blown This generation descends as witches All that I once loved Now silent in the sun Feel as you scorn thee As your tomorrow's burning This generation lies dead before me |
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