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Where's the Love

Corey Smith

Undertones

2003

Poor man is beggin' on a crowded street

Doesn't have a dime with which his children to feed

Lost his job when the factory closed

Can't pay

Last Man on Earth

S.P.O.C.K.

Five Year Mission

The human race is dead 
There's not a single head 
Wherever I see 
There's no one but me 

The last nuclear war 
A horror never seen before 
Nobody

Infliction

Origin

Origin

Severing of my blood
Extinction of my flesh
By my own hand
I can't deceive myself

Childhood wars, I suffered through them, my institution
Some pain will

Get over here like Kombat
More tools is what I need in war
Stay on point and that
Roadblock, traffic, leave a gap
In front of the whip, in case man

to war (Blaow, blaow)
Lifestyle devilish, but what you expect when we livin' in Hell? (That's right)
With the chances I had (Chances I had), and they not

in my eyes

Black as pitch

the picture is there

(to horrify) but why should I care

Raising hell and they're ready forfighting

I know

by the greed

No Snakes Alive

Jet Jaguar

Take Me to Your Leader

2003

Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against

drugged out on cocaine binges
Popping a couple of seraquils 
Back when I worked at Wal-Mart 
In the photo lab out in the War Zone
Burque bred me 
Even

A peace I'd never known 

An aura of color from his head 

A magi of great renown 

Turbulence and war begins 

Death and torture in his name 

Decadence

Now in the end I'm forced to contend
That my personal war is through
Now I'm dumped and your ego's pumped
Cause somebody wrote a song about you

of hell in the summer of 1969"
Well I was born in the Vietnam war
And he died later that same year
But this country is my rock and my soul rolls from my

in the end I'm forced to contend
That my personal war is through
Now I'm dumped and your ego's pumped
Cause somebody wrote a song about you

the dark side 
An eclipse without moon
This is just the prelude 
In man's soul, I recognised, 
anytime, every fight. 
Theater of war, there's something
wrong

the wound and plant a newer seed

And we built the bombs, and we killed the gods
To stop our endless strife
Now through the gates of Hell that we built by

You talking like you knew me 

But you don’t

So please don’t hit my phone 

When I get on

I can tell by how you moving

All you do is talk

Once I got

who peaked in high school
I negotiate the deal and the shit by my rules
They didn’t wanna see us win now these kids is crown jewels
Aspiring tycoons

bitch, she gon' pull up, go to war
Caught me by surprise, looking so bizarre
Looking like she wanna really break the law
Where you been, shit, umm let me

by the 2, woo
And my jordan is true blue
I dont think amma choose you
So i hopped in the new coup
Know im never lackin always pistol packin
I be here

this war is won
You're bound to lose, you fascists you're bound to lose

cll of you fascists you're bound to lose
You fascists you're bound to lose
You

and a husband at war
Said she changed a lot and she found the Lord
Slide by if you wanna know more
Slid me the number yo I wonder what for
Rolled to her spot feel

think it's funny how you helped me push my truck too
I started off by putting you through s**t it's not intentional
I tried to start this one off right

I'm a born winner, yes I love to win
I had pain for dinner, take that on the chin
Who the hell is Fimi, tell me i'm your king
Don't understand I love

partners will start erasin em
So who’s who
Yeah I really wanna know who want war with the king of the rap thing
Or cap-teen of the Martian militia regime in

Camouflage

Stan Ridgway

Showbusiness Is My Life [DVD]

2005

I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down 
It was in the jungle wars of '65 
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone