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Albums:

A Gothic Acoustic Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ultimate Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Other Roads [Bonus Track] (Boz Scaggs) · So Many Roads (1965-1995) (Grateful Dead) · Country Roads: Greatest Hits (John Denver) · Take Me Home Country Roads [Laserlight] (John Denver) · How Many Roads: Black America Sings Bob Dylan (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Different Roads (The Seldom Scene) · All Roads Lead to Land (Clive Palmer) – and 90 other albums »


Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

Linkin Park [To Fade]
linking tings in parks
Now I got a tune with Linkin Park
Like goodbye to my old hoe’s
Goodbye to the cold roads
I can't die for my postcode
Young
Corinthians
[parody of In the End, by Linkin Park]

It starts with love
Young thing -- I don't know why
You didn't read the letter our Lord supplied
the road I watch the cars fly by.
And like a newborn babe, I cry.
Lovers like no others, we were always side by side,
Walking through the park or hitching
the park.
Wanted you alone to walk beside her,
Wanted you alone to live beside her, it was morning,
Better roads with light on them.

[Chorus]
Can your
up and takin' you down
High voltage
Comin at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Linkin Park [being scratched
you on the train.

And I never looked back as the train left the station,
Crossed over the road and walked into the park,
And there in a bar an old man
by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road

Third boxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit
glow
To the crowded road

If the days weren't so precious
And no worlds where shorted wires had kept us
Things would be better than this
There's an angel
And the old men playing Chinese checkers by the trees

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out
road-cone dispensing jobs
There are no spots left for park ranger
Cause there are no bears left to save you from
But there are still careers in combat, my
And the old men playing Chinese checkers by the trees

MacArthur's park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out
a gypsy I was born to roam 
Like a wanderer with no fixed abode 
I think about the friends I've left behind on the road 

Well, the road's been rocky
I left by the back door
With my wife's lover's smoking gun
I don't know what I was hoping for
I hit the road at a run
I was your lover
I was
your hands
And the old men playing Chinese checkers by the trees

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
if you walk outside.
you will find.
the star won't shine tonight.
the secret.
if you walk the park.
you will find.
no one knows tonight.
on the road again
I ain't got no woman
Just to call my special friend

You know the first time I traveled
Out in the rain and snow 
In the rain and snow
hands
And the old men playing Chinese checkers by the trees

MacArthur's park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone
dreamin 

Peace, I'm out, golden globe rapper low-keyin 



[La The Darkman, (12 O'Clock)] 

Yo, Cuban linkin, lampin at the park here drinkin
fantasies

One would speak of a lake where he used to go swimming
The other had no memories left for his mind
With their arms round each other the two
of a Down,
Fell asleep in Linkin's Park and woke up in Marcy's Playground.
Sniffing White Stripes with a Seven Nation Army,
Waiting for Marilyn Manson to egg