Lyrics:
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold
I said be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
False
The dream is so far
Come and take the consequence
Few things are as certain
Winter state
Oppressive wait
Evacuate
Assemble here
Well, the honeymoon's over and the work begun
My baby say I'm gettin' on her nerves again
One false move and an angry shout
I'm sleepin' all alone
Here we are
Sketches in preparation for
Various works of art
Moving like you again
Good luck
There we go
Panoramic visions of
Vibrating vocal folds
the fraud
Truth might still be alive like true and false
That's why I never really trust unless it's Lu endorsed
Sponsored by me and of course you know who
Az Úr: Egy, kettő, három, négy, öt, hat, hét!
Vocal: Dicsőség, dicsőség, a magasságban Istennek! (8x)
Az Úr: Be van fejezve a nagy mű.
False
The dream is so far
Come and take the consequence
Few things are as certain
Winter state
Oppressive wait
Evacuate
Assemble here
sound sets with my rap DBX
Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex
Bring terror to the shop of horror
As she cry, "mi amor," the phantom dies in the opera
don't want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental
I
at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady
don't want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false idental
I
at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady
a slatt you slattin
The bih bad she catfish
Who is that on my list
Not no bitch i side with
A hoe to spend time with
Like big bro im slidin
Dont fold
feel like hooks
Underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn
Scorch and burn, when will you learn?
The '90s are my turn
To pitch a vocal fit, like
Rock with me like this (Yea)
Rock with me like this (Yea)
Rock with me like this (Yea)
Ayo, turn my vocal up
Submissive, non-permissive persuasion
I'm addicted
And when I'm by your side I feel lifted
Yeah you always told me my vocals was gifted
And if I could go back I would switch it
Thought you
Kindergarten Cop
Terminator shit, I'm a robot
With the chrome .45 that most don't got
One false move, get your moto shot
Turn a nigga whip to a photo op
The concerto, of the desperado
R-double-O-T-S check the flow
If you know like I know then you know the motto
That's all the false shit gots to go
we put on the earth for gold
Will yet increase ten thousand fold
And no one knows what for
March and die, march and die
Defecate, despoil and lie
and the song's a dirge
For all signs are tuned to point to strange
You're old school but you'll fold soon
But the babies are fine
But the babies are fine
I love
speak
I fold niggas up, make both of the ends meet
You 'bout to fitness a lyrical fitness
This is what it'd sound like
If God spoke over beats
I cash in
Ride this ship until the fall
Faithful companion
In the night that never ends
We stand at the precipice
Planets fold into each other
c skyline
snake head
Slit your snake tongue, make one false maneuver you a mystery
Unsolved, the mob that we robbed's automatically involved
Musclebound sounds
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