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The Apology Wars (Blueline Medic) · Apology (Larry Wilder) · Not an Apology (Bea Miller) · Apology (Uncle Bonsai) · The Apology Wars (Blueline Medic) · Not an Apology (Bea Miller) · What Apology (Günter Schulz) · Fake History (Letlive) · Fake History (Letlive) · Fake Plastic Trees (Radiohead) – and 90 other albums »


This record goes out to all you fake ass, 
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. 
Put on a suit and tie
to fall.

Now the sun is rising in the east
Looking for my golden fleece.
Iv'ry skin
Scarlet colour deep
Lips that burn but do not speak.

Three
Both the idea and institution 
An equation of emotion 
Too thick for calculation 
But in the solution 1 and 1 are 3 

So when you see me pass me by
go oh oh
One shot if your friends are fake,
Two shots for the bad mistakes,
Three shots let's celebrate,
Let's go oh oh, go oh oh
Put it in my red
out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's
on the couch by the TV. 3D visions of a
Soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's
I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
Don't make me clown and have to go put on my red nose

[Verse 3]
I'm comin in, Drivin my short bus
With it's
the following cammand

Poke eighthundredandfiftyeight
One and two
Three and four.
Pressing the backspace indicator

touch one of the red function keys

Select
Let me tell you about Colleen
My best friend since I was three
She always had a taste for dangerous things
Her scandalous tongue was extreme
I
All the flowers in the meadows, and all the salt in the sea 
Tripped over three shadows all the way to Tennessee. 
Pushed out by the hand of man,
(baby, baby)
Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me)
You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know)
Fake
hey, but some you win
Hey hey, oh oh
But some you win

You go to write an apology
But I say I'm right pretend it's fake
I've got my friends
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
parked
and then we got left
Hid in the the bushes
Shot the gas tank to fake death
But would this really
Keep them psyched?
Three of us bleedin'
It was ten
imagined
Magnified by inner-joining ions
Who patronize my likeness and pray for my demise
I despise anyone who decides they live a life of fakeness
Imitating
personnel)

Tracer bullets can ignite.
The path of the bullet is indicated, by a red flame.
Eight B incendiary cartridges are used to ignite fuel,
so she gon keep on goin’ by you
I’m off that KC tea, Caribou is super doo
I tryna get drunk as a skunk so give liquor me too, Kali

[Chorus]
out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's
out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's
out on the dock that night, the colour is red
23rd victim of a gangland war takes his last breath
Outside the sister cried, she said the whole world's
Can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with
Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe, I pull the lid
Her touch tickles, especially when