Lyrics:
Stuck in the past
Fearmonger spread fast
Fearmonger broadcast
Nothing good to say
Get your tabloid get paid
Stuck in the past
Fearmonger
I die
Mic check one two
To the three four five
Gnick tunes up next with the broadcast live
Aw man, godamn
Nicks back with a sidewalk slam
Still ten
We are the ghosts of our pasts
Lost in the broadcast
We are the ghosts
Of our pasts
Lost
We are the ghosts
Lost in the broadcast
ass
Show him wat these brand new cutters do and shatter his ass
Hop out gang we always let it loose nie thats a broadcasts
Say wat it do we'll put you
the people apart from the start
Of the broadcast, remember their intentions aren't pure
But to start a fight, start a war
Watch us kill each other
Just because
Tense broadcast
Evil in the daylight
Killing the harassed)
Endless raging
Fascist poison
Cycle spinning on and on
Cursed homeland
Can't run out of here
The broadcast lies in everyway
A faceless ghost that won’t betray
With pills that make you feel ok
This is your life
This is your life static screens faded
Everybody poised
On the verge
Break a sweat
Touch a nerve
Bite down hard
Adrenaline surge
At the stroke of midnight
Start the purge
Broadcast down
Pull up pull up pull up
See dem man popular
Sad am
Separation jam robbers
Yaba
Police harassment burst am
Broadcast scamming
Fraudulent funds money
from the source sittin' on the right
Hand of God He done gave Him all the right
He's the broadcast, yeah, He the satellite
Here I go, second verse, in
still don't understand?
Oh and there go my thoughts live on TV
Tune into the broadcast and see grand naivety
It's all over the news for everyone to see
can't feel anything
Reset the broadcast
This is the final one
Reset the broadcast
Reset it
Mad Big Mad
Big Mad
Big Backwood
Got em big mad
Podcast back
Got em big mad
Big broadcast
For ya big fans
Mike Bisping
In his big bag
Go cop that merch
Here now another message
Like a broadcast on delay
Sent high across the valley
A lifetime away
If we're quiet we can trace it
To a rundown coffee
I still remember the era of tape recording
I used to record my favourite new songs into the tape directly from the radio broadcast
I just need to buy
days
Planets collide around us
Don't know if we're coming back again
All our feeble dreams
Dripping off the screen
We wait for their next broadcast
you're gonna be
Broadcast you to the world on every cable
Let ‘em know your masterpiece
Let ‘em know what you bring to the table
Let ‘em know who you're
of the broadcasts in and out into space
They listen a billion races, a billion places
Some spinning round stars some hiding out in the black
And listening, always
moves with no drift
Might engage the cruise control quick
In a jif give chick's legume the ol' flick
Could broadcast it on FM
Two getting serious like
BROADCAST IN HEAVEN
I'd like to be broadcast in heaven
I'd like to be famous in hell
I'd like to be hummed by the angels
I'd like to be danced to by
I'm getting sucked through the gate that's composed of stars
My mind stuck in the waves broadcast from Saturn's Bars
The farthest reaches of time
photographs from Hubble
Roll the tape,make no mistake the broadcast’s always live
So the golden gates hold no weight when the end arrives
Shows there ain't
fine from a distance
Honey baby
Are you listening?
Were you hurt by something I said
Earlier in the broadcast
Are you lounging by the pool?
October
broadcast it.
Clean heart no sell down a market
When mi give mi dawg a shoes nuh badder feel a tru it can't fit, mi brother anything mi do fi yuh mi dweet
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