Lyrics:
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
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Hold this ground like a grip on the pound.
Tell em all this domain the dog house!
So Fresh.
NEED NO HOEING ITS DEPRESSED IN THE MESS
the hole
And the ground's so hot that ice melts
Heaven above
Hell below
Glorious day for a funeral
Carried by six to an open hole
All dressed up in a box we
pleasure
With another gamblin' man
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold ground
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling
feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well, go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your
down
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
niggas ain't givin me that
Now he ain't thinkin 'cause I had to put a hole in his cap
Don't get it twisted by the rap homes
The way I rock homes
Stay in
of that hole
No pressure no diamond yea thats the way goes
No pressure no diamond.
No pressure no diamond another bump in the road
No pressure no diamonds
digging holes in the ground
You're an old flickering heart
And I'm gonna rip it apart
And devour it all piece by piece
Till there's nothing but
Now I'm in the middle of a hissy fit
Upset
Looking at the lives we pick
Upset
With every compromise I've met
Upset
That I survive by Simon Says
Born to die but hard to kill a buh buh ballin' ass timer
Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin' Una Bomber
Your arms still bleedin' fifty
Written by Paul Simon
When you're weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes,
I will dry them all
I'm on your side
When times get rough
Spaceman, wave from an asteroid
Paul Simon, wave from queens
Im watching the headlines scroll
Half full, half empty
I keep mourning friends i never
nearly missed a sunset
I nearly missed a shooting star going by
While studying a brand new hole in my sneaker
And finding a quarter and an old bus token
I
into
The casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out
And growling
Slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is
twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laghter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify
13 inch daytons
Chromed out, top down
Watch the sparks fly when it hits the ground
[First Verse]
Hop in the blue '6-3 impala SS
300 horses put it
Pop pop hearing shots in the dark
Let it go off we been hot from the start
All eyes on me like a CV cough
We the new beginning like a word by the dot
My life's been magic, seems fantastic
I used to have a hole in the wall with a mattress
Funny when you want it, suddenly you have it
You find out
My life's been magic, seems fantastic
I used to have a hole in the wall with a mattress
Funny when you want it, suddenly you have it
You find out
down
By a burial mound of tiny bits of shit
Ground down
That stitch up the twitch
Quivered beneath a frown
Twitching like a drug addict arse clown
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
Mapquest where the place is
Gats in they faces
Then we fold them up and put
Them back in they cases
Assassins replace expressions on faces
And hard
But I got to steer, I just got to steer
After all I'm only 80 miles off the pier
And I'm often here, staring at a canvas
Gettin distracted by a cough in
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