Lyrics:
and party.
"Who's the bald chap?"
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
"Good-bye!"
And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin-
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth
is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
machine
Since 1964, the group had used four track for
All their album albums by but 1966
They found their musical arrangements usually
Required more tracks
overflow, population, common group
But it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with
fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk
They live in a world
Just for their own
And keep secrets
Hopeless isolated in a group
Give me your hand
And find solutions
Try to loose your
and stay part of the con
Are you part of the solution
Or part of the con
You're either part of the solution
Or part of the con
Are you part of the solution
overflow, population, common group
But it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with
wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants
und blitz
From the third Reich
World domination
The perfect blight upon this land
For the axis rising's terror
Blitzkrieg for the final solution
Remember Kobe Bryant up in Colorado
Lock me in asylum, your boy too ill with it
Your life is campaign and that's real bid'ness
Set up shop and group your
(What these bitches want from a nigga?)
On some DMX shit
I group DM my exes
I tell 'em they belong to me, that goes on for forever
And I think
guys, open your eyes
Look around, the solution we found
In the end, we all are friends
Don't be a phantom, sing the anthem
Sign on alliance with
We are no ordinary type of group
We are no humble pop musicians
We don''t seduce with melodies
And we're not here to please you
We have no
alienation
Transfer your functions to the machine: erase memory
Powered by drugs and saline solution: efficiency
Your blood flows in pools, ruby red
All my people
Do you know what it means
To have a revolution?
And what it takes to make a solution?
Still fighting against oppression
We're battling
the fact
That we are not the crown of creation
So, I seek help from afar
To find, to find a solution
I'm staring at the stars
Can someone please take me
my original family for
Having me this evening, the LVMH group
" as he ripped into a
Version of "Runaway, " the lyrics
Of which include the refrain
open
Maybe in its debris is a symphony
The answer isn't more time
It's just common repairs
Our solution is to drop dead, or keep pushing
We privately
the skins they all say, "Damn Kane -
You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign"
But if you think that lickin' toes makes me weak
You better
we’re forced to make
Searching for solutions
Too terrified to take
A risk for fear of losing
Your polished comfort base
And nothing gets accomplished
there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some
verse 1:
time to sit down and solve for x
the solution to the problem maybe not what you expect
the pollution and the bombing and the massive
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