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hums, the cycle spins

When we meet on that hard hat ground
Just a photograph, no one else around
Words to live by, just goes to show
Some day we all
Give me that six-string flat-top guitar,
Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar.
Show me to the stage an' set me free.
An' I'll sing all night, then
underwear
From a store where no one goes
She makes it big in photographs
On the strength of what she shows

Then here inside the waiting room
The radio
There's a photo of a genius
Standing by the ocean
With a peacock and a cool hat
In 1943
On a beach in Santa Barbara
He's looking quite contented
This song was first released on the Autograph album. It is the only album it has been released on.



He was stranded in some tiny town
On fair
dinner from a wood burnin' stove
Or rode bareback in a rodeo
You wanna see the redneck side of me

Give me a six string flat top guitar
Put all you
the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke
the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke
and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way
a normal life and work like all the others
Top 40 look out, 'cause I'm gonna be number 1

Business tycoons are writing songs in crayon
Consumer reports
something new in each and every moon
From your old, old hat to your blown-out shoes
It's tried and true, and it's all I do
And I hope it's not all the same
the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke
becomes you
Be humble, if it ever takes something from you
No advantage, No standard
Ya Tranquility is being tampered with by Canibus' masterpiece mantra
and shoe string
Mission made possible, now I'm Tom Crusing

Hey, there be no more rapping
If there is then I'll keep it old fashioned
Reckon I'll sing for
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered 
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad 
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Hypocrites forget like marionettes strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
oh oh, oh yea

And no, it ain't gon' stop
I keep this song on replay
Puttin' all them scratches on my back
I'm like go D.J.
Be my guitar
I'll pluck
[Chorus: Grouch]
No strings are attached
This is who I am
My rap is not an act
I am my own man

I don't want it to be how it used to be
I want
out show
That no one wants to go to, yeah

But there's no so blindness but they don't agree
Steal the money from your papas
So most vicious leave
thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
smoking on a Bob
Marly, as if you didn't no it was the ten(10) second mover
Steppin cluthches to this song take me home

[Louieville]
All my niggas from
fucked up when I gets into my clowning mode
Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo
Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer
Come
are the days
These are the days we will never forget" 
Sitting under the corner light, my six string in my hand, 
Playing my songs all by myself,
and learn how to walk through doors
How to enter into the gates of paradise
No, how to carry a burden too heavy to be yours
Yeah, from the stage they'll be
It was nice, I'm surprised that you still standin here 
As you know I'm a man and I have no feelings 
Imma start from the top, girl this ain't no