Lyrics:
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door
Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore
Two
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
Words and music by Steven Page and Stephen Duffy
I was surprised at how incredibly fast you were
To come up and ask for a light.
I was amazed
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shown the moon that
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
threats were uttered and challenges offered
On the Cumberland riverboat, "E.W. Stephens"
Daggers were drawn on pistols pulled
Staggering 'til dawn filled
I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false also those papers say, "Ock"
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera
what makes me scream
[Chorus]
I was never ever frightened
By the murderer on our block
He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters
The neighborhood
John the Baptizer
By the Jordan brook
Up comes this brood of vipers
Just to take a look
John says, "There's a comin' of glory
There's
We ballin', Asian, Wii bowlin', prostate cancer semi-colon,
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
Cry like
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
the ghostly phone
Dials your number
Buy us time
By this time
We should be whole
We should be whole
We should be whole
Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Saint Stephen will remain
All he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and foam
Been here so long, he's got to callin' it home
bleeding
All my niggas children of the corn like Stephen
King, I met this broad she was curvy
Bitch started twerking when them whips start urr-ing
Getting
won't see nothing for a while
You got stung by my Trinidad Scorpion
Feel the burn as her sting goes in
You got stung by my Trinidad Scorpion
You thought
By Stephen Coore
We roots roots roots
But we intellect say wa? (say what?)
Time crucial but we cool wa wa wa wa
Low keyed but jamming high level
income by one third
You are working on a video project
You hog the bathroom
And never put your hand in your pocket
Glam Rick
You're Glam Rick
of thing is our worst enemies
Chorus
Produced by Deiroy Collins and Barry O'Hare
Engineered by Stephen Stewart
At Grove Recording Studio, Ocho Rios, JA
1: Ziggy Marley]
Woke up this morning, smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet
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