Lyrics:
who never choose to move
The vines of time are holding you
clone at the Lyceum of your youth
Obsessing over every bad review you choose to listen
lamp’s fire
Gilbert in the theatre
Ripper in the throng
Dreams in the Lyceum
Weave a gothic song
Enter the East, Man of the West
London solicitor,
sex
And the brief glimmer of happiness
I find in the misery
Of those who are sitting in the
Theatre of which this screen exists
I want you to know
about the youths around me
Still got a hole in my chest, I ain't got my youth around me
I hit my goals, they weren't impressed, they tried to snooze
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
Do you love
Fighting mid-table teams
I'm having nightmares
In the Theatre of Dreams
At first we all thought
That Mourinho was weak
But who's laughing now
I prefer not
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The the theatre ceiling is silver star-spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
There's
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we
Sarah
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That
you know mi did a bill so
Check di mall
Check di movie theatre
Check di rink yeah
Weh mi would a skate yah
You think you bad, you think you slick
You
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
I'm in love with the flow
Time off to be an Oscar nominee now
Back to the M-I-see to emcee now
Rockin' the ol heads blazing the youth
Only rapper
Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the Camptown Theatres of Piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot
for my show all heard about it
Theatres near you woah I don't need a permit
PGU only for you my life's a movie to hit
Internet money coming in they
this illusion of choice
We're screaming for justice with one voice
Are we just whispers against the storm, fading in the night
In the theatre
the Fool, the Harlequin
In the theatre of our pain
The colour of your anger
Is the colour of your blood
The colour of your mind
Is the colour of your blood
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
S.O.A.D., live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot
Blaow, how
as a youth
He identified with a pimp and petty
Hustler named "Legs" who later
Died from a crack-induced heart attack
Tupac was described as
An energetic child
Welcome to the greatest theatre
It's wilder than your dreams
Representing my power
Is my mother it would seem
Wrapped up tight every night
In
Gus is the Cat at the theatre door
My name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus
but that's such a fuss to pronounce
That they
wylin’ cause I’m young
and I be wylin til I’m chill and old
[Kid Cudi]
Liquor all night love it!
untamed youth and coupes move like bullets
I guess
ask me
Youths wakiwa na opportunities, ni crime reduction
Killing kids juu ya wizi, our tax pot ur reducing
Youths ndio our biggest resource
Mbona
to compromise
All my youths langing to cut the strings
In the theatre af peace and love
I will face fear tonight
I will face it tonight
'Cause I am heading for
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