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or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
The say the world was coming to an end 
Well, it was by our own hand.
Turned out the world kept turning, only we ended.
All the evidence was there
more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh beside the fire
And in his hand, oh a jug of punch
And on his knee a tidy wench

When I am dead
the twister hit
And all our hopes were buried
Beneath the boards and bricks
And we almost called it quits

This old town was built by hand
In the dust bowl
Five in a dance
Holding hands 
As they stand
In a circle
Three gone to bathe
Are delayed
As they play with a turtle

Henri (2)

Fruit in a bowl
Low
Eating from the sacrificial - tainted bowl
Ripping out the roots our our conciousness
We all go blind

into the void

[CHORUS]
By the hands
the Neptune hillsides
They say the towers stand tall
Built by hands dissimilar to mine
And Brought alive
By hearts of ancient alien cultures
What's that man holding in his hand?
He looks a lot like a guy, I knew way back when
It's silly Willy with Philly Band
Could be, ooh-ee

What's that
brother Malcolm X
Who turn the hands of time when giving  knowledge of himself
[Culture Freedom & Wise]
It's sort ta simple see
[Wise]
The Father Shah upon
The letter stopped in a minor key
A Christmas card that you drew for me
Done by the hand that I knew so well
Disguised the message that you could
They've tied your hands and tied your feet
And the street is narrow
A nowhere lane, a nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine  
Elaine, Elaine, Elaine,
Life is full of finer things
they're lost and found
in the dark
It's the dog by the highway
Who said, 
Goin' my way? 
Now, he lives in your own
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow

There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
all like birds of one feather?It's time to live as one 

Louie Culture:
So me say hands and heart and harmony loving one another what a sight to see
He stands in the doorway, his hands upon his hips 
She stands by the punch bowl, a sweet smile on her lips 
He slowly walks up to her, she reaches
Black boys employ salassie
We kiss we define
White hands white hearts
The gender
How can I make you mine

Take me to God
In a world of blank
learned a thing, the wickedness of man

And oh, hands up to the sky
And oh, the angel passes by

One bowl for the wicked
One bowl for the sea
One
smashed our heads
'gainst that wall,
And now I seh we must create a scene,
We must recapture our culture
By any means.

CHORUS
Babylon makes the rules
ass
Wit ya fly ass boots or ya open toes
When ya get on the flo nigga throw them bowls

Dirty south mind blown dirty south bread
Catfish fried up
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. 
Brother has a long way to go 
maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow
a hand

For it seems all cultures dream
They have a giant who is sleeping
Or a king who will return in times of need
To fight for setting his people
images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
But the wheels of time 
Just pass you by
Wheels can take you around
images flashing by
Like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in the fatal climb
But the wheels of time 
Just pass you by
Wheels can take you around
washing bowl
Now brother get the dirt off your hands, it's getting darker than a sun-chaser's the sun tan

With his hands in his pocket he could not lie