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more, we’ll get you higher
Set you free, give you fuel for the fire.
Now welcome to this western hotel, man
 

And now I’m in a state of sedation with

outside, no foul play
Caught in a western fable
Dangerously unstable
Get paper, a table
Duel at the stable
I'm a horse, not a mule
Keep up, conserve fuel

thoughts and kept a slave to all my wants
I let past affect my present so it's presence never stops
Playing tricks on kids like rabbits, fuel and feed in all

thoughts, and kept a slave to all my wants
I let past affect my present so it's presence never stops
Playing tricks on kids like rabbits, fuel and feed in all

Southern California Wants to Be Western New York

Dar Williams

Mortal City

1996

She used to pick the mint from her front yard to dress the Sunday pork, 
Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York. 

It wants

Karte ni party
Rakhi hai feast aa

Mother fuckin rapper na producer
Pehle sutte tu phook phir perfume kar
Gaddi mai bhagata hu low fuel par
Mera gaana

Im tryna rearrange everything in my brain
Like a hurricane came through its a brainstorm
Mind never came with enough fuel for ignition
Like a flame

me cheap

Lonely hearts will laugh the loudest
Living in altered security
And who the hell is that girl with her hand in your hair
Does she smell, does

y'all?

And that's when I figured my fuel
Gas to my fire, the purest of food
Never mistaken the pain and the feud
Given that this is the lesson I should
Be

on the frays
Frays of our own painful remedies plagued
Why do
Why do we hang on the frays
Plagued
Our selfish minds writing the fuel for our falling decent

All

y'all to spend
Caught up in the web they spin
This western economics ain't the works of Him
They deceive yet they rep you defend
You sinkin in debt, they

Together at the pleasure of the torturers' play

Will you Christians and Jews, with your Western world views
Come to lie down with the Muslims and the Sikhs

and phrase,states and church appauding for building the Western World
Follies and craze,ghetto youths skylarking,not seeing

Verse 1:
Is true
Babylon where do you go

young kids all grown
Some kids don't grow, might be your bro
We put on a show, fuel for the long road
We don't know home, fuck it we go to war
Fuck do you

a dollar, used to flaunt all the iced rings
And nice things just to be a success
My definition slightly altered now I'm passing my test
Support my family

Welcome to the streets of dreams, city of angels
Town full of plastic devils, and surgically altered halos
Don't get lost in the dead of the night

Before congress came a conquest
After conquistadors and artists
Set examples taught by profits 
That our minds could all be altered 
Different genres

you some bait 
Funded by all the fucking cake I make 
Churn out nonsense all fucking day 
Altered state pussy hole shitting vulture snakes 
Third type

Could have done with a little bit longer,
As my voice fades to a whisper.
Hark, the call, I have to go.'

iv. The Western Dream
You think you're coming

The Grass cowers beneath my feet
Mother has consumed tortured souls to fuel terraform
When I escaped her wrath I'd had to claw through flesh
Now I

I'd rather have been alone but it's a start
Seeing life like a Sunday page 2 
A Black and White who's who 
Just a melancholy fuel

There's no color

on the rise
How many credits will your carbon buy
Ratchet mechanisms and NDC's
Carbon dioxide and chopping down trees

Fossil fuels burn at alarming rates

A fell sun rising
And sets in the western sky
Fiery red leaps across their shields
As the day now turns to night

His armies wait
For fading light

Droppin' Bombs on Your Moms

Red Tape

Radioactivist

2004

in my eyes

I sing a song to iran
There is no compromise
Western cities in flames
Like it was halloween
You're paranoid of peristroika
You run