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Albums:

Sky Blue Sky (Wilco) · Sky Blue Sky [CD/DVD] (Wilco) · Collide with the Sky [Collide with the Sky This is a Wasteland] (Pierce the Veil) · Sky Blue Sky (Wilco) · The Fix (Scarface) · Fix Me (Marianas Trench) · Fix [CD] (Blackstreet) · The Church x3: Gold Afternoon Fix/Priest=Aura/Sometime Anywhere (The Church) · Fix It Man (Johnny St. Clair) · Gold Afternoon Fix [Bonus Disc] (The Church) – and 90 other albums »


fix it
Ooh, love will fix it
Ooh, love will fix it
Ooh, love will fix it

Found a cure, oh, try it
It's by far better than
Any kind of medicine
fix it
Ooh, love will fix it
Ooh, love will fix it
Ooh, love will fix it

Found a cure, oh, try it
It's by far better than
Any kind of medicine
fix it
Ooh, love will fix it
Ooh, love will fix it
Ooh, love will fix it

Found a cure, oh, try it
It's by far better than
Any kind of medicine
on burnin')
Forget those movies you saw, little baby
(Wheel ever turnin')

You turn around and say, it's last orders
You fix the ribbon in your hair
Tomorrow's
their sweat
But now I'm haunted by these visions of me
I don't want to live forever
When the sky is full of little holes
Exploding as they take my
Little by little
We rebuild again
Till' then...

[Chorus]
and leave
Then squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky as people walk by on the street
God only knows where it is they go but there's only one place for me
It's
We have to walk, I know it hurts
But we can take our time cause it gets worse
'Cause this world's mean, but count on me
And I'll be every little
the ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky
i fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. i
tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit
meet me
[Chorus]
I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)
Damn near die for me (Stand by my side)
Gon' call for me (Stand up and cry)
matter how hard I try, look to the sky)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
matter how hard I try, look to the sky)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
will remember your name and face
On the day you were judged by the fun house cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky
that homeboy showed me nearly caused a heart attack
For what he called a hooptie was a sky blue Cadillac
And I felt a little nervous as I drove out
the skies
And a firework display by ballistic missiles
I got a sneeky feeling 
That the poker's getting hot 
Cos twice times bitten
And it's a third time
the morning sky fades
Up to blue
And I wish that I was beautiful for you

I wish that somehow I could find a pill
For a quick fix modern tonic that would
got some 25
And we're putting it into the gin supply
We want a satellite crashing outta the skies
And a firework display by ballistic missiles
I got
a mountain
Smoke clears the fog lifts little by little we rebuilt again
But till then

Everybody out of the water
And up on dry land, take what you can
'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of being alive
And now my little brother is in the sky
From a pill that a doctor prescribed
That
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain't fucked yet
That's how I was gettin' it, I
Orion greets the winter sky 
As he slowly passes by
The moon offers its cold and watchful stare
The summer night replaces frost, 

The budding trees
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")

	*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops 
	Give out
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
the silliest bustas 
I played the roll 
And ready to fold 
Fix bitches in gold 
Is a no-no 
Livin' low like De La Soul 
It's the "O" 
And the folks don't