Lyrics:
talkin' 'bout power, get my respect by force
In the back of the Rolls Royce Cullinan, used to have crack in my jaw
Lemme show you real quick, lemme break
Christmas gift to a band from it's fans
Is a drum machine
We don't know how to use one but we could learn
If it came with instructions that would be real
shall they see the REAL darkness?
In a world where our justice is replaced by mercy
...mercy for the inferior
The serpent's maelstrom is already
to a band from it's fans
Is a drum machine
We don't know how to use one but we could learn
If it came with instructions that would be real good
We could write
knowing
My indifference, my only disguise
Now it comes through me like an injection
Anonymous pain throbbing real inside
And every pulse in my body
does it hurt
I'm tired of playing alone
I thought that it was real
Now I know what not to feel
Wish it was all a dream
Go on and mess with her
shiver. 'Cause I remember how it used to be.
So why can't I stop dreaming? And why can't I stop thinkin' of you?
And why can't I stop feeling? You left me
Well I wanna take you out but I just don’t have no money
I want to make you laugh, but I know I ain’t funny
I wanna dress real smooth but I don’t
Paradise is just a boat trip away
Through the pines, down the mountains
To the lonely bay
If your face looks greek, well it ain't no trick
If you
International fashional on the hills
See the house, see the car, check the watch I'm for real
Jump up in my ride, baby kick of your heels
You can
for a ride
America leads the world in teenage suicide
I always thought it would have been great
To be a part of the United States
A land
like mayo
I be fryin' so much, I might end up in jail
Got UK slips, I'ma find that glitch
I'ma take this account, I'ma drain that bitch
Juiced up
some food
You wanna go in Em room and holla at him real quick?
Hell yeah, man, let's go ahead
Yeah, he say he supposed to give us more, some more
I'm born again
The more I look at it the less that I find
But I won't bail, they will be a reason for my soul again
Another miracle has seasoned my
Church's, Friday night service
Israelite curses, Five-Percenters recitin' their verses
What's his real name? Allah, God or Jah, or is it yeah?
Jesus
Now what did I say you know I've lost track of it all
I was just some kind of gypsy headed for a fall
And when the rains came down you know I fought
screaming little whore,
He's going to wrap you up real tight
This place is haunted, possession by a ghost
The headless horseman rides, at midnight
This
of coney island sand
Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man
So proud to be by your side
We were a team no one denied
Even though I still miss your lips
to a recurring problem...i wonder why
we haven't been able to learn from
our mistakes the years go by
and we still destroy ourselves
i'll be the better person
A real life superhero. He's got
the Holy Ghost. He's either
praising Jesus, or he's making
toast. Ain't got no superpowers,
ain't got no giant
But then it will be me that will pay.
hate your state [3 1/x2]
The people: stupid and happy are set in their ways.
Content as their lives grow
you to see?
or would you stay here by my side
and be my distraction
from what they call real life?
I hold hell here in my hands tonight
There is
my pliancy
Free my soul tied
But don't you pass me by,
Now that I believe
You're here to stay
So many times I've been trying
To make it real
I cannot
and the syndrome
Michael's also a splendid photographer
But don't be fooled by this... should I say "normality"
When you least expect it the most bizarre things
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