Lyrics:
A picture postcard
A folded stub
A program of the play
File away your photographs
Of your holiday
And your mementos
Will turn to dust
But
Mothers of Invention
Bullshit we have the assistance of a famous
Pop star to help us tonight during
Our renowned ballet sequenceand later on in
The program
of his years.
Wedding-bell induced fears.
Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.
International assistance flowing generous and full
A white house, a white room
The program of today
Lights on, switch on
Your eyes are far away
The map represents you
And the tape is your voice
A white house, a white room
The program of today
Lights on, switch on
Your eyes are far away
The map represents you
And the tape is your voice
it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'
In this world where nobody don't give a damn
But I'm still a man
Got a soul program
I'm a pump my fist
I'm
just a year or two to live
I read the program by the light on my phone
But all I could think about was
Being with you alone yeah, yeah
And all
conclusion
That we know your family's worked that land for years
If we can be of assistance during your transition
Please don't hesitate to call us here
You can be light years
Away from a serious intention
See I thought I'd change it all
Someday
I'd get to turn mankind this day
If you don't know
One humanoid escapee
One android on the run
Seeking freedom beneath the lonely desert sun
Trying to change its program
Trying to change
A white house, a white room
The program of today
Lights on, switch on
Your eyes are far away
The map represents you
And the tape is your voice
my number
If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'
In this world where nobody don't give a damn
But I'm still a man
Got a soul program
I'm a pump my
fuckin' up your program
Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're
humanoid race
We will now load the program "Heartbreak Motel: A Blue Christmas"
We must ensure we extract all of Sammie's memories in order to further
the answers, of how you can best help us,
To all the grantors, the foundations and the trusts,
We've got the answers, we think it's time to discuss,
Multi Year
on the ground lay crying
Just like some person dying
With no assistance nigh him
May God forgive their crime
Then they were taken with speed
All for that
Who would stop you from viewing an adult film
May be back next year to complain about a book or even a TV program
If you can be told what you can see
the same
Ain't nothin' fair about welfare
Ain't no assistance in AIDS
Ain't nothing affirmative about you're actions
Till the people get paid
You're
One two three
Down in Chinatown the year of the cock
He sold the silver belt, put it in hock
Fistful of money, mouth full of gold
Soon to be free
all
"This program includes dramatic
Re-enactments of scenes which depict real events
And contains material which is intended for" (hip-hop)
And now for the next part of our program,
I'd like to present, ah, Blow-job!
Blow-job! Bidet! Jambon!
Jambon, jambon
Bidet!
I want a garden!
I want
the same
Ain't nothin' fair about welfare
Ain't no assistance in AIDS
Ain't nothing affirmative about you're actions
Till the people get paid
You're
left the golden door ajar
Innocent they stand and picking up across the ground
Hope to clear a path in garden this whole year around
When they all
computer program
Baby, how'd you like to rock with a real man?
Yes I'm a real man, baby, I'm not lyin'
I'm thirty-one years old now and I still don't
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