Lyrics:
do no rehearse
Why would I need to rehearse
Some people just don't see it - They don't
Understand the ideas. We increasing
And by increasing - we
Flourishing the dehydrated bodies with virulent ideas
Handing out nourishments from withered hands
With desire to expand the congregation by thousand times
I'm taking what I want and make you want to give it here
Provoking you to flaunt you get the idea
Got it, gone, my schedule is packed
My day is
Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don't matter, it's
to another land
And though my sun is going down
I keep comin’ back to the 'Sunset Sound'
The sounds of the apes
And the sounds of the shapes
I’m dustin’ off
Say, mike
Sometimes it's painful to relive the past
But sometimes you gotta relive the past in order to heal from it
(I just told richie we rich)
matter
I'm sure I was less stressed and had way more swagger
Know I don't want to get a 9-5
But I can't think of another way to get by
Been looking for
Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in
brought us towards here)
We shouldn't live as Silent by Silent
(As na Idea's production line)
Discoursing the same musical speech
(Building up this world
any more
That I don't need anyone else?
By what you've done in me and my heart
'Ven if I cry for being alone
Ms. Domely, have you some idea
Of what
a (hero)
Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen
Crooks and Castle on his back, Maybacher
Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya,
and I die by
Everything that I say and
Everything that I do
And everything that I make is what
I believe to be true
And if that shit don't make
Sense
a loveless lover
Ever in this life, or another
Lets face it you're the breadwinner
But one thing I wont ask you
To pay for dinner
Ive got an idea that you
I got this great idea about why I got stuck in reverse
I was so out of control it just got worse
I hope you got more sense than I, side step
Well, I reckon now’s a good time
To tell you ‘bout a good man
Who tried to help the world
Finally understand –
That it’s so wrong to judge another
By
empty
Hollowed by tapeworms
Take a trip across the ocean
To osaka, there's a palace waiting for you
To worship the idea of you
I made a zipper down my
Mama, mama, you know I'm still friends with Mickey
They say that I shouldn't like him anymore, 'cause I'm all white
Well, he's allright by me
Don't
And the rifle awaits
The idea of a different world
You - just - taste!
Pain's excruciating and you are horrified
By your own thoughts that become suddenly alive
a gigantic
Flesh and bone mechanization with it's gears all trying to turn
Independently of one
Another by design destined to run horribly amok.
into
Memories of those
Endless nights
Yeah-yeah, I need you now
Yeah-yeah, I've lost my mind
I know it's such a bad idea
But I can't help, that's what
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
when you think it's right in front of you
I know they think I'm crazy and believe I need a girl
Another sleepless night
The idea of a perfect life
and we hear this idea of revival again with the story of Jesus
Who was forsaken by one friend, betrayed by another
Crown of thorns on his head, mocked
wanted it
You're in, we're out
Bleed me again
Make me a man
I'm used to it
An idle congregation of your ideas that had been counterfeit
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