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Damn It Rose

Don Henley

Inside Job

2000

Maybe just a good night's sleep
Would have changed your troubled mind
From that rather permanent decision
So tragic, so unkind
Now, pain is what you've given
And sleep is what you'll get
So far away from that sweet baby child
Who hardly knew you yet

Now he'll grow up to be a fighter
Full of anger, full of shame
Like all the other haunted children
Who wonder why they came
And he'll be in and out of trouble
Until he stands up or he falls
But there will always be a shadow there
No matter how it goes
Damn it, Rose

Is this another cryptic message
Or some kind of cosmic quiz
If there's a lesson to be learned from this
Well, I don't know what it is

You could have given us the finger
Much more constructively than that
Now I sit here with the MTV
And your bloated, Burmese cat
We're being treated to the wisdom
Of some puffed up little fart
Doing exactly what I used to do
Pretensions to anarchy and art
He speaks the language of a warrior
He mounts his misinformed attack
He wears the clothes of a dissenter
But there's a logo on his back
And it's a hollow rebellion
As rebellions mostly are
It's just another raging tempest in a jar

And the seasons keep on changing
And the wind blows hot and cold
Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide
As it ebbs and flows
Damn it, Rose

, this a man robe

She's a very freaky girl and I'm lovin' it
(Woo)
I drink Act', baby, you can keep the bubbly
(Bubbly)
Rock Moschino, I'ma make you nut in it (yeah)
I got rich nigga hoes on my bucket list
(On God)
I got Capricorns, I got Virgos (Virgos)
Tall black shit (Woah) , Burmese Virgos
This a CAT scan, she's a squirter (Squirt)
I'ma kill that pussy, murder, ho

Make that ass bounce, make that ass bounce
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) make that ass bounce
(Ayy, bitch) , make that ass bounce (Bitch)
Make that your bounce, make that ass bounce
Make that ass bounce (Make that ass) 
Make that ass bounce (Bitch)

Fuck you in the pantry
(yeah) , fuck you in the alley (yeah)
Fuck you in the Caddy'
(Fuck you) , fuck you in the attic (Let's go)
Michael Myers, stab it (Let's go) , hold up
I thought this bitch was
Ready for the action, hold up
You nasty mothafucka'
You a kid-drinkin' bitch
I can't say nothin' 'bout that nigga
I'm too rich
I know pillow talkin' cost, it sank ships
Bitch, take this blue dolphin and
Suck 'til the paint drip (Ayy, ayy)

I'm fresh off the road, off a hundred shows
We the WuTang, I got trained hoes
She fuck with the dog, but ain't the main hoe
Nigga, hands down, I'ma wipe her nose
Got the big couch, let your pants down
Make that ass bounce, make that ass bounce
It's a fuckin' mosh pit
On my mothafuckin' wrist
And she love that shit
She a nasty trfilin' bitch
Make that ass bounce, make that ass bounce
Make that ass bounce, make that ass bounce
These Versace drawers and Versace towels
Silk house gold (What?)

I'm sorry your just that hard to complement
You need your dad to write a document
You still ain't opulent
You just like an oxidant
School wait your not occupant
Your an incompetent consequence
Of smoking during pregnancy
You need a lot of ecstasy
To stay within your destiny
You've always been my enemy
There ain't no remedies that'll fix your issues
But here take some tissues 
You will never reach serenity
Wait where's your obscenity
Wait where's your virginity
Your just the doctor of divinity  
We just natural actors
Listen there are too many factors
Listen there are too many chapters
To why I bashed your head against the table
Why you wanna live in a stable 
You really ain't close from being navel
You completely unable 

You just an unfaithful ungrateful little brat
You tiny white rat
I know you ain't fat 
You a dumb wombat
I hope you fall flat
Why think like a doormat
Why look like a Siamese cat
Why you got all those diseases 
I got psychokinesis
You going to wear a kameez
Why you speak so bad Burmese
Why you such a waste man
It's so bait fam
That you an attention seeker
You won't have a pension and won't be mentioned
Your just destined to be stressed and depressed
I'm just blessed and you possessed

I'm sorry your just that hard to complement
You need your dad to write a document
You still ain't opulent
You just like an oxidant
School wait your not occupant
Your an incompetent consequence
Of smoking during pregnancy
You need a lot of ecstasy
To stay within your destiny
You've always been my enemy
There ain't no remedies that'll fix your issues
But here take some tissues 
You will never reach serenity
Wait where's your obscenity
Wait where's your virginity
Your just the doctor of divinity  
We just natural actors
Listen there are too many factors
Listen there are too many chapters
To why I bashed your head against the table
Why you wanna live in a stable 
You really ain't close from being navel
You completely unable 

You just an unfaithful ungrateful little brat
You tiny white rat
I know you ain't fat 
You a dumb wombat
I hope you fall flat
Why think like a doormat
Why look like a Siamese cat
Why you got all those diseases 
I got psychokinesis
You going to wear a kameez
Why you speak so bad Burmese
Why you such a waste man
It's so bait fam
That you an attention seeker
You won't have a pension and won't be mentioned
Your just destined to be stressed and depressed
I'm just blessed and you possessed

Oh darling darling you're a fashion icon
Only buying clothes that rich kids write on
Puff yourself up like a great big lion
When you're only full of hot air like James Dyson
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Somebody tell me what have I done
You make me want to run
Let me think why should I flee
I'm on the run from the fashion police

Honey honey honey you're so stylish
Dressing up like Billie Eilish
Contact lenses with the cat eye iris-es-es
They just contribute to your god damn blindness
Ooh-ooh you've got those pecs of iron
Far too big for them girls to cry on
You curl up like a Burmese python
But then you snap like guitar strings made of nylon

Somebody tell me what have I done
You make me want to run
Let me think what have I done
At least I know I'm scum
I've been hiding under cover for weeks
Staying inside, trying to lose the heat
Let me think why should I flee
I'm on the run from the fashion police

Everyone stinks of cheap wine and cigarettes
No cocaine means no regrets
Keep going like that and all you'll get
Is a broken heart and a mother upset

Ooh ooh, your friends aren't free
Who told you that they would be?

In the East, they call me the Crocodile Man
I offend like the blending sands of Tajikistan
I once knew a cat called Gumboo Patel
A gentleman I met in a Burmese cell
And he sold me a pair of royal blue kicks
And he told me to swear by the loyal true Styx
That I'd never stop rippin' fresh rhymes to the bass
And skippin' on the beat like a stone on the water's face
The provocative rock steady, percussing the clock
Shot blocking, evocative, timed and tick-talkative
Bollocks I give, but don't never receive in kind
Rising from the stone-cold slab like the monster of Frankenstein
So partake of this wine
Living on the turn of a dime
Somebody's ass on the line
Like a candle, they shine
Can't handle the life of vampirin'
Still my ass can try, but it's tirin'
(Where the hell is my dog Lord Byron?)

War Machine

Army of the Pharaohs

Heavy Lies the Crown [Clear Vinyl]

2014

Reminiscing on the past, as we drown in laughter
One leaks a meltdown disasters
Fukushima radioactive, holdin' cats captive
Spit raps with the force of a bull mastiff
Who wanna test the Eso, hoping that he get respected?