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Cashed Out on Culture (Blood or Whiskey) · UKF Bass Culture, Vol. 3 (Kove) · Im 1 Dance Culture, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Culture Club [4 CD Box Set] (Culture Club) · Snog vs the Faecal Juggernaut of Mass Culture [Bonus Track] (Snog) · Culture Vibes: The Best of Conscious Dancehall Reggae (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Old Corrals and Sagebrush & Other Cowboy Culture Classics (Ian Tyson) · Rock Culture (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cafe Culture: Slow Brew (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Junk Culture (Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark) – and 90 other albums »


culture killed my dog)
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried
Vulture culture is here to stay
Piece by piece they go insane
Where the poison hits the brain
No one hears a word you say
Vulture culture is here
ashore
Of past trend left by the tide
Over this countless drift we trod
Now we're thrust out to sea by trend

But the tide is turning

Sailing into
By great wisdom he raised up the land
Above the waters
Yes, a him alone
Do the greatest wonder

CHORUS
Blessed is the man that trod
In the ways of God
to mountain and looked out over the sea
I saw an eagle spread his wings in flight so gracefully
I knew that I was walking where mortal should not trod
There
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on Wall Street shakes you by the hand
Such
I'm just a poor cowboy singin' his song
No money to jingle as I ride along
I'm rejected by men but accepted above
I belong in this valley on this
home sweet home

There's a land where death can never enter
No lonely graves on the hills of God
I walk by waters clear and peaceful
Where
David

Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
by the tongue
Move by force, yet to come

Killing the culture
(Killing the culture)
Killing the culture
(Killing the culture)
Creatin' culture
there's an advert real people pickled to the bone by the vultures of culture, 
golf, hold on to yourself, 
so hang on,
Hang on to yourself,
Come on,
King David

Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod
culture
(And the words of truth go by)
War child
Baby we lived hard
Finally know
How strong we are
Oh, yeah
Dying leaders
You can stay at home
Our new
I and I and I 
By the power of Jah-I 
We shall overcome 
One fine day 

Chatty chatty mouth 
Be wise and know your culture 
(Know your culture
I and I and I 
By the power of Jah-I 
We shall overcome 
One fine day 

Chatty chatty mouth 
Be wise and know your culture 
(Know your culture
We're gonna fight it till the end and we won't be beat down again 
Your culture's fed into our veins, your preaching tyranny and hate 
To follow in
Are you ready? 
Are you ready now? 

In the world of machines 
- virtual machines - 
Dominated by software 
Everything is cold 
Cold as ice.
to rule the mighty universe 
Yet small enough to live within my heart

As winter chill may cause the tiny seed to fall 
To lie asleep till wake by
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angels feet have trod
With it's crystal tides forever
Flowing by the throne of God.

Yes, we'll gather
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angels feet have trod
With it's crystal tides forever
Flowing by the throne of God.

Yes, we'll gather
I want to walk your streets that are golden
And I want to run where the angels have trod
Jerusalem
I want to rest on the banks of your river
In
flows by the Throne of God

Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod
With it's crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne
on my name)

(I ask for love I can't possess
I ask for God and his angels
To bless me)

I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than
The steps that lead to any church
Form a stairway to a star
They're part of god and should be trod
More often than they are

I believe in