Lyrics:
to distress
Once a hero of the arcade floor
Now forced to resign from his throne
The video game console was his demise.
Outrun by the NES
Pac-Man, Asteroids,
I did say sorry about the `old woman,' but from the
behind you looked--
DENNIS: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an
inferior!
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
life's through-- you ought to quit this scene too
Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
Those pier lights, our carnival life forever
Oh, love me
pants nowhere
In sight, squatting, photographed
From behind but also a quieter Nicki
And certainly a more tired one she
Can't be baited into talking
Shit
networks
They're mainly from the suburbs socially dysfunctional
A young graffiti writer soon a fullfeathered criminal
Our chances are minimal to lead 'em
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
words?
Callin' me corny behind your computer
In the fuckin' suburbs
Ha ha haha, hahahahaha, haha
You're way too late, heh I've mastered this
And now I'm
still after all
doing it the old egyptian way
with sparkling clothes and force
now i awake in the afternoon
the arcade is filled with children
families
straight corn and papyrus
Holding by luscious…
Stares that you gave us
Waiting for strength behind locks in the fire
Wait for the love that you said would
Fighters Colour of the Shape There Is Nothing Left to Lose
Who's Next by The Who
The Cat Empire Two Shoes
Circe Survive Blue Sky Noise
From Under the Cork
[J:] I mean what, yeah we’re gonna be, yeah we’re really good. We’re like
almost as good as Arcade Fire, fuck that.
[K:] Yeah
[J:] We gotta leave
The Social Scene's broken
A is Arcade Fire, they live in New Orleans
B is Barenaked Ladies, teach us what bore means
C is Celine who's so cheesy but sings
(Woah)
Yeah
Dangerous fallout brought the pack (Whaa)
Blood like courage, run my back down
Ice seep through the different scenes in my glass, yeah
(Do
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
Johnny Samartino and his 3rd wife Kate
Took a backpack full of money to the Seaside Arcade
To meet a man from Teaneck that said he'd get them paid
Humble as I come but I get cocky
With no reason
She come from the suburbs but she fuck
With all that ratchet shit
All these prazies in my pocket
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
I've been spending my nights
Pissing by candlelight
Chasing seagulls, seaside
Burning flags, spitting fire
And I burn out, and I forget how
I'm so
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Fire's burning
Bullets flying all across the room
Got nothing on us
The fire's burning but we play it cool
Hear the sound of your voice from behind
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