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about
you're in trouble
You've got yourself to blame
Forces are pushing away
With forty people
You fought to free your demons
He tested your mind
sharp for big public sale
At least forty people were out in the yard
Looking for bargains they were dealing real hard
To buy up the pieces and find out
out? Famous and trendy.

In people always have to smile in Vogue
They only travel by Concorde
Doing things you can't afford.
They are the fashion
Just the best survived
Saved their naked life from darkness
No one weak survived
To forget Insurgeria

All the people, men and women, forty children
and pretty soon
You'd find him at the local auction barn.
Well, he'd stand and listen carefully until at last he began to see
How the auctioneer could talk
laughed at by a whore
Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob

His novel was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a flop

He got sent
at by a whore
Ah, but still not a sniffle or sob

Well, his novel was refused, and his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a flop

He got
at by a whore
Ah, but still not a sniffle or sob

Well, his novel was refused, and his movie was panned
His big Broadway show was a flop

He got
In sixteen forty-nine to St. George's Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers came to show the people's will
They defied the landlords, they
Come all you good time people
While I've got money to spend
Tomorrow might be Monday 
And I'd neither have a dollar nor a friend 
Well I've got
and battled matter at the Earth's core
I did the show on a fireball
I did the show on a fireball, a pioneer

Ran into the jungle and jetted wearing a lion's
passed what have we done
Inconceivable damage under the sun
I think it's too late to change the man
We are the last

World keeps turning while people
everybody came around
Welcome
It's here

Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story, "now in stores"
Make us poster
plenty of good money, good people,
My friends were all standing around,
Just as soon as my pocket book was empty
Not a friend on earth to be found.
Plague, famine, death by military land
The century approaches it's renewal
For forty years the Iris will not appear
For 40 years it will be seen every
The gold ran dry in '54 so with a broken hand
He packed his bags and headed south across the Rio Grande
The town was mean and brutal for a gringo
to the forty ounce
Or the runts dat get stunted
By the blunts
This time I'm gonna take it down the line
To the ones that are ready
They be holdin' it steady
passed what have we done
Inconceivable damage under the sun
I think it's too late to change the man
We are the last

World keeps turning while people
Venoms
With international plugs like nine Organized emblems
Get it?  Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep
Runnin' with the number thirteen with my 40
to cleanse a world soiled with sin
My arrival is violent and loud
I kill the earth in a mushroom cloud
Quarelling stops by my hand
Mute protest as I scorch
It appears that we have reached the edge, that zenith where stimuli and comatose collide
Forty years ago, the man proclaimed the age of the gross
It appears that we have reached the edge
That zenith where stimuli and comatose collide
Forty years ago the man proclaimed
The age of the gross
another world
Courage and obedience, sanctified
Theatricalization, of the past, of life, of pain that never lasts

The taste of earth and blood
Stir up
to move my records to 54 states 
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do) 
it stick to niggas that talk shit 
like a baller they bitch hair blue 
Got
Cold

You know the yolk it's spreading from
You laugh as people scatter 'bout
Surrounded by a veil of stars
You realize your life is dark