Lyrics:
time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle
strike a chord
It gives me what i want to hear
So i'm finding out that
We are quite like my song together, my dear
Outside answers
Should always be
we're ever gonna see a rainbow
We have to stand a little rain
The thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Hold on, darling
It's gonna be alright
time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're
to strike.
There's no excuse for you to say that we don't think alike.
You said you were going' to Frisco, stay a couple of months.
I always liked San
strikes the family
Have faith, believe.
With dreams he tried, lost his pride
He drinks his life away
One photograph, in broken glass
It should not end this
Strike the harp and join the chorus
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Follow me in merry measure
Fa la la la la, la la la la
While I tell of Yuletide
oh
On the radio
Whoa oh oh oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
Now, now
Don't it kinda strike you sad when you hear our
sugar and candy
Handy dandy, if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says
"Strike up
burning to use
What learning I've got
I won't waste any time
I'll strike while the iron is hot
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way
again
Maybe strike up a tune with the moon
Don't it seem funny
Word gets around
I heard I was in town
SOMEWHERE OVER
strikes again
Once again, my friends, it's time to rock it 'til the party ends
Rhymin' with timin', as EVIL E lets the record spin
Kickin' it, hittin',
A brand new human being razor sharp all firm and tan
All clean, all pure with a thirty second attention span
As the clock strikes twelve and we're
more strength bring
To help some poor troubled weary worker along
When my way is light but I still can see
With a strong hand strike out
la-la-la-la
Strike the harp and join the chorus
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Follow me in merry measure
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
While I tell
Such a strange pre-occupation
Such a strange peculiar breed
How it's shining in its armour
Made of gold and made of steel
It can strike a chord
burning to use
What learning I've got
I won't waste any time
I'll strike while the iron is hot
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way
this man around?
Why strike him when he's down?
Just hit him with a hammer and then bite him on his cheek!"
Up stepped an Irish cop
Who said, "This
me what kind of freaks are that polite
It's gotta mean they're all up to something
So quick before they see it coming
Time for a pre-emptive strike
Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up
Climbs across his
narc'in
Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles
And my cerebral breeds
To use what learning I've got.
I won't waste any time,
I'll strike while the iron is hot.
If they asked me, I could write a book
About the way you
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
ever strike you, baby, sit down and write me a line or two
Yes, if you ever, if you ever, if you ever think about me, baby, sit down and write me a line
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