Lyrics:
cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can
They've come to take away our trees
Help me sir they won't retreat
Won't let us breathe won't let us be
Won't let us be alone with our own
Black cool aid
dizzy from the ups and downs
And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass
I look past to the last
Kiss me now
While my lips are burning up for your sweet taste
Kiss me now
Long to feel the fiery aid of your embrace
Kiss me now
That you're
All the millions spent in aid
Spent on the war parade
Technological march of death
Finalize a child's last breath
Intervetion
War-monger leaders in
The words have different meanings
Yes they did
Finding she was left alone
Went tiptoe to the telephone, 999
Summoned the immediate aid
Of London's Noble Fire
Magic Cool-Aid
Written by: Tim Lynch
That Magic Cool-Aid
That Magic Cool-Aid
That Magic Cool-Aid (chorus)
That Magic Cool-Aid
I get that PTSD
It is not for your silver bright
But for your winsome lady
And by my word, the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry
So, though the waves are
the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way?
Still the window burns, time so slowly turns
Someone there is sighing
Keepers
said by rights you
Should be bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her
constricted, on my soul that they call
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now
It feels like I'm walkin' on air
When we walk down our street
When the neighbors stop to watch us walk by
You can hear 'em talking (let them talk)
Sleepless situation
Shaken by the clatter of the clinking
On the bars of your private jail
Twisted ultimatum
Searching for a lifeline or a band aid
For
scrimbbling ancient, Killing six with the
Same verse Just shut your lame-ass
Don't test my patience, They all got
Aids wait', My reigns heavy
What's poppin'
they can keep their heads safely buried in the sand
This is my Father's world and He can fix it
Our hopeless band-aids are all counterfeit
In
hell, puddles of blood in the streets
Shooters on top of the building, government aid ain't relief
Earthquake, the body drop, the ground breaks
gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated from shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood
the hero of the day
But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way?
Still the window burns, time so slowly turns
Someone there is sighing
Keepers
Away in a-a manger
No-o crib for a bed
The-e little Lord Jesus
Lai-aid down his sweet head
The stars in the-e bright sky
Loo-ooked down where
We're off on the road to Morocco
This camel is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad)
Where they're goin', why we're goin', how can we
We're off on the road to Morocco
This camel is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad)
Where they're going, why we're going, how can we be
please don't blow my
It's a band aid on your forehead I got people on my
On my pockets said release me to the sky
This is big bank talk make frequent
reverse
Removing the band aid still fucking hurts
When you're protecting the past at all cost
Certainly results in a future that's lost
Understand only by
When (aid?) turned sideways
(And? It'd?) head on down the highway
Say this is my way
Disappearing forever
But there ain't just one way
So you
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