Lyrics:
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Two, three hours done passed us by
Altitude dropped to five oh five
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas
What he say, ugh???
What he, what he say
What, what, whaaaat???
What he say??
Imma fiend for the green, by any means, I’m on life support
to dry
Enslave ourself, to the high and fall to pieces
Play for power.. pay with your life
By the hour.. Sacrifice!
To fight
Through the pain!
Because
Looks and youth ain't everything
Experience is a quality that counts for a lot
The sad thing 'bout experience is by
The time you've got it
It's
From the album the hurdy gurdy man
In Tangier down a windy street
Where beggars meet and on old rags do sleep
The women dressed in soiled white
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
Up and down, they're nodding
Heads are moving up and down, you got it
Everybody stand in line
One by one, take a hit, join the club
Kids will try
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
thing
We did was "Who Are The Brain Police?
" and by the time we finished "Brain Police
" his head was going around like this, you
Know, and he says,
His embrace, a fortress
It fuels me and places
A skeleton of trust
Right beneath us
Bone by bone
Stone by stone
If you ask yourself
I've been trying to develop an alternative fuel from a mix of all natural substances,
But the mix was highly volatile until we found a catalyst
When I get high
I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's
A drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart
Always got the cops
Coming after
passed us by,
Altitude dropped into five-o-five
Fuel consumption, way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas
Now you can't catch me,
This
Don't Be E-mailin no Itineraries I Wont Get 'Em
Ya Best Bet Is Just Holla When They Fuel The Jet
Tell Cidney Aint No Photo Shoots And I Aint
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
the album cover by now
You know that my name is what my name is
When I came in here to try and
Do this, something I've never done before
Mr jones, Booker T,
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
Welcome to D.R.E.A.M.'s Really Exercise A Mind
The art expressed on this album was intended to be viewed while the eyes are closed
This album may
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
thing I knew, I was listening to an album called 'freak out!' by the mothers of invention. I became very interested in their concept of music, their
depends on you.
If your work is good then it's trouble at home.
If your moves is right.
Then your dough is tight.
It's like running a engine on no fuel
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
Innocent angel watching over me
Covering up in a crown of thorns so I could not see
Guilty by birth, a choice that wasn't mine
Seeding me deep
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