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shatters in a thousand Ruby Ridges
And everywhere the good prepare for perpetual war
And let their weapons shape the plan
The way the hammer shapes the hand
country's not for me
Go on if you think you must

Carlos packed his drums up in the dark of night
Ruby standing just outside the front porch light
Chain
will be different soon 
The whole world will be relieving  

You you've been taught 
Whipped into shape  now they got you in line 
Stand behind
Boyzone 
Boyzone

We found a place to die
Its sound by name it calls me
Break up the shapes you like
No pause, no trace, just take it
Saw it
and the words don't even rhyme, 
'Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always croon, 
What good's a heart that's slightly out of tune? 

Tune your heart
Fake roses on the mantle
Elvis postcards on the fridge
Ed lays softly by the ringer
Baby’s sleeping in the crib
Old broken taped up tail light
Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop - nigga, keep it real

[Baby] Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit
Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, s*** don't stop - n****, keep it real

[Baby] Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that s***
There's so much competition but the best
Don't always win
I'm doing pretty good for the shape I'm in

I went to a party and made a few passes
One was
was tall I'd probably be stupid,I'm just guessing,I don't know.
But you tall fuckers got it good when it comes to walking in the bedroom,just dropping
deal of life for me
And it's all good

And you can easily gamble your life away
Second after second
And day by day
You play the game or you walk
There's so much competition but the best
Don't always win
I'm doing pretty good for the shape I'm in
I went to a party and made a few passes
One was
up)

Heroin, extacy, oxycontin, vicodin, coca cola everything up in our jeans
Even methamphetamines
Get this bread by any means
Pcp, lsd,
't care who I cross
[CHORUS]
I'm, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm, take a look at me
I'll live to be
Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete
Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin 'bout

[King Jacob]
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these
Last night, late, I was watching it snow,
It always goes sideways in the city
It comes right out from the streetlights, you know,
Pumped out by
a crazy, crazy good kind of feeling

It's like amen from the back of the choir
Sweet hum of freedom underneath the tires
Kicked back sitting by
myself, lose myself to find you
I wanna lose myself, lose myself to find you
I don’t care how it sounds
Burn it up to the ground
Your kingdom, my desire
I
Remember then? good and plenty days
When the wind blew clouds in shapes as the sun beat down
Remember then? now and later days
When the kids came
clint steps in to establish the beat 
4/4 hip hop and you don't stop 
this unique approach to start an EP 
intended to shock, create a mystique
[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today.
[Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit.
[Girl] I don't know. It looks like another letter
Oh, I was kicked back in a rented cabana
Easin' my mind with some old Carlos Santana
Nibblin' on a banana moon pie
When I swore I saw an angel
I got good taste and I like your shape 
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids 
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face 
You ain't got
if you're affectionate squeeze 
Fogs up my goggles and 

Buckles my knees 
I'm simply drown in the sight, and the sounds, 
And the scent
if you're affectionate squeeze 
Fogs up my goggles and 

Buckels my knees 
I'm simply drown in the sight, and the sounds, 
And the scent