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it's gonna end
I lace up my docs every cold mornin I wake
I lay awake at night with thoughts of taking it all away
Feelin guilty cause my family are

Maybe I'll run for president
I know I'm British not American
It's evident, that I just drink beer and sit on the fence
Life makes no sense, everybody dies

As i sit down with hollow rounds
Trying to send some deeper
Here's my sleeper over hollow sounds
Trying not to lose my head getting spooky
Running

Sharks in the Gene Pool

Jello Biafra

The Sky Is Falling, and I Want My Mommy

1991

Through dna analysis
We may one day conquer disease
A "perfect" baby every time
By mapping and manipulating people's genes

Cosmetic surgery before you're

I - 

Lyrical darts, inspired by my miserable heart, 
My blind ignorance is visual art/, division of thought,
Has held me in a prisoner's vault,
I do

mines
Fighting to feed their hungry mouths
Fighting to change the world
And here, we sit on a fence
Built by distance and enforced by lies
Is a full

Here is sit
Magnum in hand
Watching American Bandstand

I'm so alone
She shot me down
Now I'm gonna tear up this town

Time goes by
Same old thing
I

Live from the working class trash bin
Where I'm surrounded by tax
Payers and soon-to-be has-beens
Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense

ain't here by midnight you ain't no place at all

And Mama said don't hang 'round there
Mama said don't hang 'round there
When you hear the voices call

fight, fight, we gotta fight
We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, we gotta fight
I said we gotta stand up for our rights, we gotta fight
Here we go again,

here all by themselves
Please, I know when someone’s living off daddy’s wealth
Like they had to build new relations & connections
It was all passed down

that's all I ever had yep
The woke man's rage, I am forever mad yep
Being black in America with its checkered past
Present, we question the vision

Canopies and Drapes [Bonus Track]

Emmy the Great

First Love [Bonus Tracks]

2009

'd never woke up
I feel worse
Than when S Club 7 broke up
I hate the day
It hates me
So does everybody else

I sit here drooling on my own again

the orange and I'll remember the sunshine,
It's all gone thats the thing of the past,
The fact remains that it moves real fast,
So while you sit around

I was born in America
Raised on Rock and Roll
I ate my fair share of
American Pie

As in music so in life
In us all the question why
Dream is vision

to say "last call"

Farewell, my friend, how goes it
Have you seen our friends gone by
With the band all back together
We'll have American Pie
When you get

thought that they were loyal I tatted it on my arm
I gave you the most you doubted me all along
You gon need a lesson to teach you from right or wrong
I

Front Row (Wedding Version)
Written by 
Eric W. Smith/ Donna I. Douglas/ Babbie Mason




You took my heart
To an all new place
From the day that you

choosing
To sit here doing this
You're choosing
To play something like a
Pharmacologist
American citizen
Father, lover
You're choosing to do all this
It's

Front Row (Graduation Version)
Written by 
Eric W. Smith, Donna I. Douglas and Babbie Mason 


You took my heart
To an all new place
From the day

here, baby.
And that's the difference between you and me! I'm gonna wipe you out, baby.
Better not be no more trouble outta you.

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)

Resigned premonition. Not to call it glum. The mood at Presso Now, I mean. The coffee bar where Steve sits tight, nursing his phone and a double

I'd like to say hello and welcome you
Good Day, that is my name
Come here and sit down
Don't you know that it's rare that I even came?
We could even

be murdered
Were surrounded by all of these racist
The amount of satan in they soul i swear it is amazing
They love to see us die its a celebration