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Unconscious Ruckus (Appogee) · Unconscious Ruckus (Appogee) · Unconscious Ruckus (Appogee) · Unconscious Ruckus [#2] (Appogee) · Cold Cold Heart (George Jones) · Cold Cold Heart (Hank Williams) · Cold Cold Water (Mirah) · Cold, Cold World (Blaze Foley) · Cold, Cold Heart: Early Bluegrass Heroes, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · It's a Cold Cold Christmas: Ice and Easy (Ricochet) – and 90 other albums »


through livin' just for dyin'
Hear what I say
Tacked to a six by nine
To please us
Look like you get what you want
You a stone cold Jesus
There's
industry dead ass, or is he!

Five minutes and fiftynine seconds gone by
Are you really ready for this lyrical high?
We can shoot without bullets, D F
the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast

Thinking of your warm skin
While I touch cold steel
of the soul
I never knew your heart could be so cold
You're driven by ambition and you want the best that you can get
Ambition leads you blindly if you let
driven 
The drive comes from my lyrics and my lyrics come from my inner spirit 
Five bringin the, faster than 12 cylinder engines with nitrogen in 'em
to let the canary out? 
Will you be there when they're pulling bodies out? 

There are strange things done under the gun by the men who mohel for coal
of horn.
Ivory towers appear beyond the gate
Invisible fortressess of escape
Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears
Impervious to reality

V
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak

Live at five interview
cold cause she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

Put me on the train I was dressed in black
Came the sherriff and he
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak

Live at five
last night I'm dashed out
Slept for a minute but I didn't sleep to long before
I was awakin' by some heavy bangin' on my door
It was the popo 'cause
Here we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty
Sixty-five, seventy,
on TV
Put down your tray, get your pay, come sing along with me
All aboard, this face leaves in 5 minutes
when I'm on the mic, I do serve well
And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
 
*Four minutes left*

Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
Get ready
Hard truth soldier radio

Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy 
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
the boss and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek,
side

Istant Message conversations are filled with empty exclamations
Twelve point text cannot replace
Five minutes with you face to face
Geneva is
This is breaking news
It appears that Air Force One was shot down
Somewhere over the Middle East this morning
By a sleeper cell of rogue terrorists,
and perfect teeth, and Joan Collins. Now, class, take five minutes to make your decision. ... Times up! Well class? 
Class: Throw over grandpa 'cause he's
five minutes after the show
You know you are a shooting star
A blazing flash then gone

Are we advancing
Or a collapsing visionary
Are we really
side

Istant Message conversations are filled with empty exclamations
Twelve point text cannot replace
Five minutes with you face to face
Geneva is
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer
chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see
Watching my favorite reality show
Waiting for the commercial to get another Diet Pepsi
I got 5 minutes between two programs, so I'm already wearing
eyes close.

Five o'clock with lights off
Interview with a vampire
Sleep is for the living and not a utensil that I require
I swear I said, that