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your hand
You're ready for the world - No, not the band...But a fine selection in video land
Don't be too confused by the little reviews
On the back
for the video (Yay!)
And pay for everything that we say (No matter what!)
For example I'll be getting a massage right now
And I'll be drinking some sake
He'll haunt you down and steal your heart away
Pay no attention to his silver tongue be careful of his dashing manner
Just keep your arms around the one
very equally as far as I can see 
Hell no we ain't alright!

Now all these press conferences, breaking news alert (this just in)
While your
your head to me.

It came for me at night
And took me dream by dream
To where everything is dark
And no-one hears you scream
Took everything I
that other crime did
More peace to the teachers of blind kids
To rebels in small cells keeping their mind big
Say everything's hostile
Suicide bombers
And we've got the video and the movies
Let's feed the zombies
Now that I know what to fight for
Now that I need more adventure
Now that I have thoughtful
no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language
that other crime did
More peace to the teachers of blind kids
To rebels in small cells keeping their mind big
Say everything's hostile
Suicide bombers
While the clock keeps handing yo hours
But pucker up because the truth gets sour
More sour than the sour diesel I devour
Hear me by the hour, I give ya
for holocaust 
God damned us all to hell to make us pay 
Abandoned into immorality 
I hate today, I hate your tomorrow 
I hate the way that no soul
me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones to my brother, may his soul rest
retaliation is a must fool (huh)
some niggas don't play by no
the lock is on the door
Well I say no way, no way
Don't try to keep me out or there'll be hell to pay
I don't know who's right or who's wrong
It doesn't
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung

I flip the switch on my laser video
And there's the man staring back at me
He starts
Leave me solitary cause the way she go is shady though.
It's later for there he go, no more Tech N9ne let the baby know.
All of ya need to try clit,
all our
down-south rappers that ain't gettin' no love on
these video stations and on these radio stations...
All my down-south soldiers, they gon' keep
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
Information - there'll be more and more
All through the Eighties
Will the man on the street finally know the score 
But I saw a kid with no smile on his face
Information - there'll be more and more
All through the Eighties
Will the man on the street finally know the score

But I saw a kid with no smile on his
wrote a Linda song. 

When the bills piled up 
He couldn't pay 
He couldn't dream no more 
So he hitched a ride and he rode away 
And he left a note
I got paid for the video equipment
And every other detail a red cent spent
Oh hell nah, don't talk about no fuckin fine print
Well tell me this,
Information, there'll be more and more
All through the Eighties
Will the man on the street finally know the score

But I saw a kid with no smile on his face
stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for
coal trucks by the line and
Raise your glasses one more time
Cause Billy has gone off to war
And God knows what he's fighting for
But wartime will