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Albums:

Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [2 Disc] (The Residents) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [4 Disc] (The Residents) · Rather Be Hated Than Ignored [Punk Core] (Lower Class Brats) · Hard Core Poetry (Tavares) · Core of Rockabilly, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Core of Rockabilly, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Core of Rockabilly, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Best of Ska, Vol. 4: Jamaica Ska Core (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hard Core (Lil' Kim) · Techno to the Core (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Through the first age's course
By the mines at the earth's core
A blade of fire was forged
That shone with the light of sun and moon
Banishing
core domination

The second is a fist through time sent for core destruction
A final blow from enemies who escaped the non-persistents' extinction

I
like to keep it on the D.L. because our clientele prefers it that way

The seven legged sow will see to the after-show.
Don't you think the candelabra
and a few 
Our lives are made of minutes made of seconds 
One day will be the last for me for you 
Give me 73 seconds of truth 

You can't escape with
Normalicy in threat evermore
Taken apart within the mental core
By ones who walk the wounded land
Uncanny destiny so damned
Mortal eccentricity
Make every second last
This is our final countdown 'til we die

Post Apocalypse, party till you're dead

Time was up when they flipped the switch
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas 

Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar 

without the automatic chemical release 

emergency vomit
The age of science has failed 
To explain our universe in rational terms. 

Consequently the power of magic 
Has gradually emerged from our
satan who won't let us be
Our only hope's your victory
Kill that satan who won't let us be, kill

You're the keeper of the seven keys
That lock up
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome aboard the starship Boney M
for our first passenger flight to Venus.

Ready for count-down: 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 -
sailed on stormy seas
Or you could say that we failed like seven out
Of ten in our neighboorhood
But I prefer remembering the way we were
When we both
I found it hidden in the very core of the city
The building didn't do it justice, but then again no building would
The office door ajar
your path
You can't throw a curse
Without takin' their wrath

Watch out for the seas of hatred and sin
Or all us people forget what we've been
Our
Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy money. They kingdom come...money, They will be done...money, on Earth as it is in money. Give us this day our
begin
Or where we end

The first step's got me lying on the floor
By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door
Three, I put my life in your
to retire.
Second time in history, Atlantic flown by three Spaniards.
Here's one. Death of Barbara La Marr, film actress with five 
husbands.
BBC asks for
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I’m on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add ‘em up, that’s more than
gonna let it go
And let it go higher
Let it go

Sleep on the left side
Houcam is our call
We're gonna take it
That virgin fall

there's gonna be some
When
The magnificent seven

Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Nothing seems to faze me anymore
Indurate, senseless, dead soul to the core
This lift has left me cold, unfeeling
I find pity so unappealing
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done

We picked up the trail at the seven crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We
Ike Turner on your ass.

Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.

Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
and we'll be back in action with up to the second reports
after a couple of words from all our loyal sponsors of course
so like us, vine us, and tweet
again
We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
(We gon' do it again)

By the way, yo..
How the fuck you gon' talk about MC's on our heel?
When we just