Lyrics:
c yo! The systems corrupted
So bare witness to the kingdom of justice
Full metal gear, have no fear' the people cheer
Spread wisdom amongst us
Risin' up, time to hit the road
Take the summer by storm
A one way ticket to anywhere at all
My baby's so sweet, she's excited like me
Everything we
Entwistle & Luongo Copyright 1997 Bitsa Talent Inc.
Walking down the highway
Nothing going my way
Shift into high by walking faster
He's a rebel
Zulu man is feelin' blue
Gear his heart beat a little tattoo
Diga diga doo diga doo doo
Diga diga doo diga doo
You love me and I love you
to the spot,
And keep your knees together, stop moving about,
There's all manner of gear falling out of your clout."
"... And this band you're in, is it heavy
time to get me gear together,
I don't need to worry about the weather.
Ramble in for a pint of stout,
And you'd never know who'd be hangin' about!
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
destruction
Man has exceeded its capacity here on earth
Goddamn this world and everything ravaging it
Ah, yes, success, it's hanging by the neck
This
Thirst like a desert
Hardened like a rock
Even the heart looks down
The passive gears
We tired of losing
And used to being robbed
My eyes can’t
and packed up the truck
Had a hand full of luck a fist full of dimes
A slouch in my stance so I made up my mind
I'm changin' my gears I'm changin' the time
Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky
For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer
Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt
the plan
We travel to Beijing and end up in Japan
Hoods everywhere, bring the goods and gear
And teach them how to hold mics and grow them beards
Then
Now, listen...
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent.
Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
Soft thunder thrives in you
I can confide in you
Holding all pride in you
I am so humbled by you
I rose from my bed, my head is a mess
I wrote you
in gear at a red light
Unspeakable things
Stored at a high rate of interest
Everything
That you've done
Laid out here
One by one
Caught
Third Week in the Chelsea
By Jorma Kaukonen
Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind
My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind
Let me show you my world and my fears, I need someone to help me run those gears
Need your help to get me out of the dark, you look like my long lost
The clutch burning in my head
Can't push me into gear
By now, you think I'd know
This ain't the right way to go
But I can't find my way back home
All alone,
soul we all seem to live by
So dust off the gears that move this machine
'Cause they feel so old, they don't work no more
Show me a day that brings
Wait, till the sun goes down, then we'll go walkin', down by the sea,
It's been a long time, for my girl and me
Take a trip, down by the shore,
to keep your licence clean
Better slow down for the lights
There's a cop up there who sits up all night
Take the hill in second gear
And you can see my
unclear
You're my compass
My steady gear
With you
There's nothing I fear
You're the melody
I'm the harmony
You're always here
By my side
In the calmness
In
Your parting words
Echo through every bone
My head in hands
Walk off into the brush to die alone
Years go by and I'm still here
Rusted up
Can’t do this all, no use in helping, you would come rescue me,
Somehow your love will set me free
Now, I can let my life pass me by, can’t get
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