Lyrics:
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
Ever since the abolition of slavery, all nations
Scarred by the great sore, has revolutionized the
Ideological errors of their forefathers,
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
feet away
Another man is asking for continued aid
Food and medicine and hand grenades
For El Salvador
There's a thump, a rumble, and the buildings
The condition of water, then maybe you ought to
Find a good book and stay home
AIDS is to real to be foolish, it?s changed all the rules we play by
You can't
That buried generations of black and brown men
Who left their post because they were misguided by ghosts in the land of the living
Ready, aim, fire
lying dead
And their families starved, decayed
No relief by foreign aid
A poisoned dagger is their way
Government by those who kill
And then
is hard nigga I’m straight
When life give you lemons you make lemonade
When the the shit sour grapes then you sip kool-Aid
Playas gonna play haters
enough of it)
If you leave me, I'ma need a first aid kit (first aid kit)
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (it's over with)
Hell nah, it
(hear) you changing, and I change you, tattood forever
Make me assist her and i...
When we lay down by our favorite
Ones who scares me and who could hate
here down by the pool
Leaning back, grinning like a monkey fool
Kool-Aid in my hand
I just know it's not a one-night stand
Here's Jimmie with the ovoid
I begin the ass kissin'
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
Only got a band-aid and an IV
PERVERTING THE EXISTENCE OF POPULATIONS
MARCHERS ARE NUMBERLESS
BUT STEEL DOES NOT BEND BY FLESH
TERROR UNSEEN BY GOUGING OUT THE EYES
UNHOLY BODY
Jamaica's alright, if you wanna get in the
Middle of a knife fight jamaica's alright
If you wanna get AIDS or dysentery
Jamaica's alright
If you
Got a lemon tree in my yard
Planted the seeds by myself
Got a lemon tree in my yard
Planted those seeds from my heart
I should've cut the tree
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
exploit the rest
We are not isolated by distance
But by greed and our racist history
Just a wall's width away
Still impossible to see across
This
on a softball team,you're the biggest fag i've
ever seen,you play on a softball team
your teams sponsored by a gay bar
and you've got team pride
too bad most
the anesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'
Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say
move
By the time Paul McCartney's microphone had failed
We were all well into the Live Aid groove
And Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney sang...
Which must
That Thompson and Cram both lost in Rome
Was no surprise, when one thinks
Of all the rubbish they consumed
Those cereals and drinks
Lured by big
of discuss-cussion
You're motivated-vated, in aid a percussion-cussion
There's no glo-glory, for this story-story
It-it rock-rock in any territory-tory
I syncopate
of discuss-cussion
You're motivated-vated, in aid a percussion-cussion
There's no glo-glory, for this story-story
It-it rock-rock in any territory-tory
I syncopate
and Lord,
who in all need shall aid afford;
he will himself your Saviour be
from all your sins to set you free.
These are the tokens ye shall mark:
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