Lyrics:
you ten.
HARRY
That's more like it. (outraged) Ten!? Are you trying to insult me?
Me? With a poor dying grandmother ... Ten!?!
BRIAN
Eleven.
can’t see me!)
If I say something I mean it (I mean it!)
Do my thing like Harry Houdini (Houdini!)
Break chains like Harry Houdini (Houdini!)
Stunt king
on Harry
And the other on the dancefloor
Sounds of laughter
Harry stares ahead of him
The guy standing next him
Turns to him and he says to him:
'I'm
is like her, I search for her around the world
I wanna make her mine, think of her all the time
She'll never leave me, she'll never leave me
Her
sound like a song that means a lot to me, it's called American Anthem. And there's one verse that stands out at least for me and it goes like this:
'The
the people dying on our home soil
Trading solder's blood for oil hoping shit with boil over
Painted in red like the flag that we love
Betrayed by the ones that
far from coroners
I heard some corny words said about my music though
Talkin' all that shit, sound exactly like a groupie ho
Most Dope, got you
on me
Made it in America
I made it in America
Made it in America
Look Mom, we made it in America
Got them Asians roots, but I was made here
The story
kama sutra
I had a dream like I'm Martin Luther
I got a beat back from my producer
She let me beat it like I'm producing
She let me eat it like I was
Thinking you sick with a silhouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies
In a Field of Dreams
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
was no excuse
Melissa Manchester was child abuse
Sappy stories from Harry Chapin
From Carly Simon there was no escapin'
James Taylor we ridiculed
made her choice
Her mind was made-up by the sound of her voice
Clear across America tonight
Clear coast-to-coast tonight
She's long gone, she's
of a gunshot, sound of a bar fight, sound of a riot, its gonna be a long night
Party like you know you're gonna die today
Like its 2012 like its Y2K
Square dance
it's obvious
Singing songs by
Harry Chapin and friends
Oh they dance in her head now
And she sings
La di da (la di da)
La di da and her eyes
Open wide
words
Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' bread
rich in America
And we all just tryin' to make it
All around the world
For those who never mistake it
Ain't no place like America
And your pride get hard
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin' live from the other side of America
I always
America, God bless you if it's good to you
America please take my hand
Can you help me underst-
New Kung Fu Kenny
Throw a steak off the yacht
for friends and family or either
Let me take a breather... (Finally)
Meaner than both are Harry and Marv
Indifferent to kill a kid, and bury his arms,
can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert
Adam better off than andre
Judgement I'm like avance
Gambino showed you bout america
Nobody ever been ahead of her
Back to business got my ledger up
2nd
like Blanka on Sega Genesis
Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
'Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight pussy
Bitch I'm a mothafuckin' martian
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