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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
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
go home again

'Coz the broke down sound
Of an old Telecaster's about the
Sweetest sound I know

Blues across America
Gotta have it on the radio
Blues
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
of unmissed opportunity

A friend seems so far ahead
A land safe on film
Untouched by reality
But like a well played record seemed to scratch
The news
like Blanka on Sega Genesis
Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
'Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight pussy

Bitch I'm a mothafuckin' martian
wrestling a rich wild boar

CHORUS
HARRY'S NIGHT TIME RHYME
And dirty hands
I like them see
They make the music that we play
Sound oh so sweet
And my
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
turns round to Harry
What's that noise rattling the tea cups
Better get your head down
Sounds like another V.1.
Everyone was screaming and shouting
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost

He rides
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
tryin who's crying who's lying in a pool of blood

Stranger in hell buy America day to betrayal
Brainwashed by a system that's created to fell
Freedomer
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
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
Sounds lovely like a Hendrix tune
Cold metal, it's the father of beat
The mother of the street

Cold metal, it rolls on by
Cold metal, gonna raise it
lovely like a Hendrix tune
Cold metal, it's the father of beat
The mother of the street
Cold metal, it rolls on by
Cold metal, gonna raise it high
lovely like a Hendrix tune
Cold metal, it's the father of beat
The mother of the street
Cold metal, it rolls on by
Cold metal, gonna raise it high
it's how we win
And also how we sin
How we sin, how we sin, how we sin, how we sin

Cold metal, in the afternoon
Sounds lovely like a Hendrix tune
Cold
a versatile man
He used to travel to so many distant
Places
But he never came back.
You see I find my release flying over Rio
20,000 feet without a sound in
Brothers and sisters there is a place for you in America
Places are being prepared and readied night and day, night and day
The white boy's plan is
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]

Town clock echo splits the night,
The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels
wire 
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist 

Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste 
Tomorrow is a daydream,
Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope and the class of 13
Tell me
(Chorus)
So I gotta get lifted! All night yea, yea!
(Hip Hop business lift up America)
keep me lifted
(Hip Hop business lift up America)
So I gotta
to be the best
Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed
Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
Off track like ODB, I'm too