Lyrics:
The Intergalactic Laxative
Words & Music by: Donovan Leitch - 1973
Performed by: Donovan
Album: Cosmic Wheels - 1973
I was impressed like everyone,
disturbed, word
Now-a days you could get shot
For a cheap necklace
Back then my people bust shots
For the free breakfast
Now before you see God, or stand
Stuck in this game
Stuck in this game
Stuck in this game
Stuck in this game
Stuck in this game
Stuck in this game
Stuck in this game
Stuck in this
a constant troth
Sealed by love's steadfast bands
He kissed his maid and then he watched her
That lonely bridge go o'er.
For little, little did he think
In the middle of late last night I was sittin' on a curb
I didn't know what about but I was feeling quite disturbed
A street sweeper came whistlin'
That's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes, that's
The way the game goes
That's
Aye yo' name must be Ray Allen or somethin'
You got game nigga
Fuck yo' game I got wrist game
I just bought a Bentley wit' my wrist game
Earn my
Got that game as she's walkin by
Makes me wanna scream and shout
Cause I've never seen a girl who can make
My head spin around cause me to lose myself
Three a day, I'll take my role in life as a middle
Growing by the hour, my son
Four a day (four a day) rays of light catch dust as it settles
This
to be surprised
Baby, be prepared to be surprised
It's all I know
The weight of the world
And the hurt and the dirt
Can make you disturbed
But I heard,
don't know what's going on
I am so disturbed by you
No don't say anymore
To me at all
To me at all
No don't say more
To me at all
To me at all
I
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
you a bore man
Your bitch got served by a bar man
Pull up in the game like a big man
To me your bitch is like a big fan, yeah
Smashin' your bitch for
the aim
Rules are made by you(made by you)so nobody to blame
Let's Go
Life is a game, the game of games
Everybody is playing the game ,without knowing
'bout
Young blood, cuz cuz, game is to be sold
No pillow talking, real men don't freeload
They hustle, mouthpiece, enemies closer
Family first trust
Mind deranged
Living in pain
Wait to die
Say goodbye
Cries for help unheard
Broken and disturbed
Stalking, pursuing, controlling you
Drawn by your
All wound up
On the edge
Terrified
Sleep disturbed
Restless mind
Petrified
Bouts of fear
Permeate
All I see
Heightening
Nervousness
and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We
don't care
(I don't care)
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles to the grave
and me.
Always a doubt lingering with a new song.
A moment collapsed like tension of bats disturbed by daylight.
Oh, they're so disturbed.
Oh to dance
to sing this
Every hood is the same
The only difference is the slang
Deeds of evil game changers
Upheaval evil salutations
To your mutations lotta nerve
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say
All wound up
On the edge
Terrified
Sleep disturbed
Restless mind
Petrified
Bouts of fear
Permeate
All I see
Heightening
Nervousness
disturbed
It appears to show another hostage executed by the terrorist group
Deserve to be annihilated
I get my kicks and I want to start a rager
I want
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