Lyrics:
I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Why can't we roam this open country?
Oh, why can't we be what we want to be?
We want to be free
Three o'clock
looking for a reason, I've a reason to give
Pleasure, little treasure
Maternity frocks and paternity suits
If that's what you want, they're waiting for
I just got the job
At the maternity ward
This is where the fun begins
looking for a reason, I've a reason to give
Pleasure, little treasure
Maternity frocks and paternity suits
If that's what you want, they're waiting for
death certificate
Fuck all, y'all
Lisa got him
Alright, on three, one, two, three
Come on brothers we gotta walk this way
Can't believe it man
Ten men stand in line
At the gates of the cemetery on Tuesday morning
They're not open today
And ten moms stand in line
At maternity ward
why can't we be what we wanna be? (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
We want to be free (wanna be free)
Three o'clock roadblock curfew
And I've got to throw away
why can't we be what we wanna be? (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
We want to be free (wanna be free)
3 o'clock roadblock- curfew,
And I've got to throw away
Yes,
I told you why I changed my mind
I got bored by playing with time
I know you thought you had me nailed
But I've freed my head from your garden
I told you why I changed my mind
I got bored by playing with time
I know you thought you had me nailed
But I've freed my head from your garden
need to go
So sign your death certificate
Fuck all y'all
[at the funeral]
...
Lisa got him
- Allright, on three. One, two... threeee.
Get all
a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
My heart was full and in my head I could hear
You wined me and dined me
When I was your girl
Promised if I'd be your wife
You'd show me the world
But all I've seen of this old world
Is a bed
You wined me and dined me
When I was your girl
Promised if I'd be your wife
You'd show me the world
But all I've seen of this old world
Is a bed
to live (hey)
If you're looking for a reason, I've a reason to give (oh)
Pleasure, little treasure
Maternity frocks and paternity suits
If that's what
Lib burned
Birth certificate papers
And I laugh to myself at
The men and the ladies
Who never conceived of us
Billion dollar babies lada da da da
gets pulverized
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse
The town bishop is
[Repeat: x2]
I rebel music
Why can't we roam this open country?
Oh, why can't we be what we want to be?
We want to be free
3 o'clock
Yeah!
Never get caught in a roadblock
And tell the Mr. Police that I ain't got no birth certificate right here
(Do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do)
(I
gets pulverized
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse
The town bishop is
motto gets pulverized?
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!
The town bishop is
You wined me and dined me
When I was your girl
Promised if I'd be your wife
You'd show me the world
But all I've seen of this old world
Is
way
And she might as well know I
Seem more high
High
Than
I said minerals will make the world
If we did not have chemicals
You would not be
from where I'm from then as soon as you come
Baby girl gon' be about that maternity life
If you do like my daddy then she gonna be single and
Alone that
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