Lyrics:
a book by Sinead O’Connor
Stained the pages and stared out at the water
Took a note when she said that songs are ghosts
I guess if anybody knows she knows
The Misfit's are cult rock & roll
Worshipped by a few but ignored on the whole
Meet the Feebles is a film cult classic
It's basically unknown but
that Joe Will wrote
When he knew that his days were through
"Boys, this is my last and final will
Good luck to all of you
Good luck to all of you"
by Sinead O'Connor
Stained the pages and stared out at the water
Took a note when she said that songs are ghosts
I guess if anybody knows she knows
the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered
'Cause shit is
a bridge to sell
Like I said I'm a rebel, so I must re-bel
And lies be the truth now, war is peace
Like corporations don't dictate the streets
Like
computer is a rebel, acting all fine
And, just like that, payin' me no mind
What's up, is it's program overcome by a glitch
Is it becoming conscious and,
missed it
If you look you findin' me on the very rebel, this is listed
'Tech N9ne, a insane man!'
His own lane had the strain and pain, and that became
all the ones who see through
The lies and the games
This is our time to break through
We're rebels and believers
We won't be tamed
This song is for
And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed.
There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this.
And my shoulders had
no pe
From the nashville skyline
Girls in south country
In this world gone wrong
So here's another love song
[verse 2]
We came a long way baby
You
looking at a poster
Swear to god that I need this closure
This your song and you know I wrote it for ya
Heart on my sleeves but mind is taking over
Jade
that everything's okay
Sarah Saturday, you radiate
And nothing in this world is wrong
Sarah Saturday, like a perfect song
Makes me wanna sing along
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
A song version by The Suncore Project for the album ""Rio meets Sepultura"", in honor for the 3rd decade of the brazilian metal band.
This record
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
a favour
This song's about my neighbour
Whos days are lit by rainbow
The way of his behaviour
Turns him into a rebel
Starts the day with the wake'n'bake
He
a favour
This song's about my neighbour
Whos days are lit by rainbow
The way of his behaviour
Turns him into a rebel
Starts the day with the wake'n'bake
He
a quarter
I'd drive her anywhere from here to California
When this song is over, I gotta find her
'Cause she had me at "Heads Carolina"
(That's right)
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
This road is winding, narrow and steep
And I can't keep walking with frozen feet,
My spirit is not willing;
My heart is cold as ice;
Thaw out my
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
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