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1000 Volts of Holt [1000 Volts of Holt Plus] (John Holt) · 1000 Trutas 1000 Tretas (Racionais MC's) · Bipolar (Sunday Light) · Bipolar & Proud (Cledus T. Judd) · Bipolar (Coldfusion) · Bipolar (El Cuarteto de Nos) · Trastorno Bipolar (Porta) · Bipolar (V-Ice) · Bipolar (Coldfusion) · Send in the Clowns [Columbia] (Sarah Vaughan) – and 90 other albums »


On the very last day

A unicorn headed the mystical way
Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play
Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright
the motherfucker that broke in my Mercedes?

Sick with it, bipolar, crazy as the Ayatollah
Went in to buy a soda, now we shootin' at the rollers
He looked at me
as
The rest of the country are still unsettled by this unexplainable
Cloud that still clutches the sky from New York to Honolulu
Miami to Fairbanks
as the rest of the country are still unsettled by this unexplainable
Cloud that still clutches the sky. From New York to Honolulu, Miami to
Fairbanks
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
low, 
Long gone come
A summertime snow.

Talk to your doctor, 
Making her rounds. 
Ninety-six tears, 
One thousand clowns.
There they are,
F***in' with this clown
Pack your bags and we can leave now
Girl don't let him bring you down
You deserve better baby
Let a real n**** bring you wealth
F***in' with this clown
Pack your bags and we can leave now
Girl don't let him bring you down
You deserve better baby
Let a real n**** bring you wealth
Fuckin’ with this clown
Pack your bags and we can leave now
Girl don’t let him bring you down
You deserve better baby
Let a real nigga bring you wealth
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
runs the show
Thousand people will follow
A clown born to have the crown
The sheep are grazing
Servants are sleeping
Have your conscience clear
Have your
won't set her free
She passes time by singing
Like someone else I know
As years go by she sits and waits
As years go by? Uh oh
A torturous existence
out the night
There's a cast of thousands waiting
As she turns out the light

But it's too late, too late, too late
(Too late) too late for love
Too
shuts out the night 
There's a cast of thousands waiting
As she turns out the light 

But it's too late, too late, too late 
(Too late) too late for
The agony and the harm is critical
Through a frosted stopwatch
Time is ticking
Tick tick tick tick dead
A new ice age
Closer day by day
Will
hearts tickin'
I fought and made the world listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented, turn on the box
And let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches

I
as light, a thousand years in one night
Then flight with insight
Everything i thought of, I saw it happen
Then I rose from the soil to sun blacken
Then came
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
alive?

we do our job by day and night
we have seen all bars and Kentucky-Fried
a thousand miles in a row
just to play tonight's show

speed tickets
home
The crowd had gathered
So I walked on by

To backstage places unknown
I could tell by the fire
And the moon and the sky
The circus was just
and made the world listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented
Turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit
and screech
Thousands of owls, all flapping their wings
How I love the marble staircase, the claw-footed tubs
The room of rare orchids, the glass hall for my
and made the world listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented
Turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit