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The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · All-American Rejects [Bonus CD Sampler] (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · All-American Rejects [Bonus Track] (The All-American Rejects) · The All-American Rejects (The All-American Rejects) · Real Real Real (Jesus Jones) · The Very Best of Cockney Rejects (Cockney Rejects) · Devil's Rejects [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


rock it
Ya can't stop it
Ya like the ways that we livin'
Ya need it
Your demo tape, punk
I inspect it, then reject it
Who survives at the end
Can, and by coincidence we love 
The elected until the detected of being human
American falls, minorities lose war
But if we unite we would have won
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
the people confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin'
to sell and cannot be consumed *coming attraction its coming real soon prince is having lunch with pat boone want to know where all the bullshit goes it
life and death lies the line
We all must cross one day
For we are the same
And as I dream, of something real,
We all will weep, for we can not feel
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
this - don't say that
Your every move is logged and tracked
By the all oppressive eye
Spy satellites in friendly skies

The new American century
right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence.

They sit on the fence;
Real people stand
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
Join the crowd of leaches
Outcast of the world
Gathered are the species
All the misfits of the earth

The subhuman nation
Terrifying scene
Second
girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all
and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga why y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demo's
Shorty

[Chorus: x2] 
From New York on to L.A.
Ladies and gentleman
Mr.Y is pleased to present to you
His final surprise of the season
A command performance by Christine Daae
The most heavenly
Down the world is

This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto
Avoid jail legend, fingerprints on full metal
Jackets like design, so that
never had to choose it
I would kill for the chance to get on you get off
I'm not sayin that I'm hard I'm just sayin you soft
The world want to know my
believe
That the world we're in now is not the world that will be
Terror, famine, disease
Millions in poverty
Hungry, can't sleep
With all of this
We bout to get real ugly up in this muthafucka
For the 9-9 and the 2-G
Def Jam  
Snoop Dogg all up in this muthafucka
Big Kap 
Eastsidaz

I'm
when we all get saved
We're gonna change the world no matter what they say
And stay real playing what we feel
I'll keep praying for you while you
and deadly and bitter to taste

I'm a world of power and all know it's true
Use me once and you'll know it, too
I can make a mere schoolboy forget his
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
world is all wrong
Does she think I'll rob her and run
When I ask her she gets her gun
And simply says scat boy scat scat
But isn't it a wonderful
Let me tell you 'bout the new world order
 Not the kind to make you run for the border
 It's a new religion wrapped in a revolution
 With a proven
world and the white man made it
Gave you a name to dominate and trade it
Making blood money of his very own race man
And all of this because the colour
Yeah
Ay, wherever Nas is in the world he gon' fuck with this
Waddup, God
Queensbridge just like Compton, dog
In Inglewood niggas just like Yonkers, y'all