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The weather man got blown away 
Couldn't take the pressure 
Sucked in by a fanatic 
All that science but to no avail 
Never can predict a 
Sci-clone

the paper
when she noticed something stickin' up outta the ditch over
by Mr. Lopez's hydrangea bush. The neighborhood dogs all
started circlin' it and making

we were wearing all blue
If you scared and you don't know what to do
It don't matter he still gon love you
Do it for him we gotta make it through
Cuz

'bout a library and a record player?
Thought I'd find the angel in a basement more dilapidated
This is kinda tasteful, Alice tell me who's your

And they all mine shiny things the same
Your cell phone screen is lain
With choice minerals of today contained
Mined by people whos tribes were slain

No individuality, we're all clones. Robots made out of skin and bones[00:16.80]No individuality, we're all clones. Dumb people, smart

Chalice Borealis

Carole King

Speeding Time

1983

mother bears you no malice
But she will have her turn

Chalice Borealis lighting up the sky
No wonderland for Alice 
She's just passin' by, passin' by

tracksuits
but now i've got tight jeans and a pair of hi-tech silver shadow
all in the name of motley crew, poison, alice cooper
an' my favourite's iron

humble
cnd credit where it's due

Stop thinking you were a baller
You were not Kareem cbdul
Katie got you by a leash
He said doggie let him chew

You

George York burst through the door
His wife bleeding in his arms
Larry jumped up, "Jesus what happened?"
Alice had been hit by a car
They had been

Bobby Ray ha-ha
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
If

the King
Unless it was written by nobody, which isn't usual you know

Who is it directed to? said one of the juryman
It isn't directed at all, said the White

Successful and blacked owned
Give all thanks to God
He even got me out when times were odd (Yessirrr)
Now I'm finally getting it in
Ballin' wit all my homies

Where Have All Our Heroes Gone

Bill Anderson

Country Shots: God Bless America

1994

Like Lindberg who flew the ocean and Jesse Owens who showed Hitler
And John Wayne and Gerry Cooper after all didn't they really win the war
And General

The Cremation of Sam McGee

The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)

There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil

Nowhere to Hide

Foreign Legion

Kidnapper Van: Beats to Rock While Bike-Stealin'

2000

explosions of nuclear bombs down in the Oakland
That's why all those crackheads are smokin'
It's remote-controlled emotions triggered by cops with laptops

The Cremation of Sam McGee

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your

Saw you in the rain,
Semi-torn apart,
With those Alice Cooper eyes watching the storm,
And you were so strange in that hurricane,
That I knew that I

The war by weaponizing important celebrities
Don't kill your foes, just clone their Gods
Then you'll control all of your enemies

The executions have been

late for Alice but that's no reason to cry
Just come home to me tonight

The more I learn
The more I think we're gonna burn
But that's something you

(It might seem like we're drifting further apart)
So sit back!
Relax!
(And trust me)
And Believe!
(By the end of this album)
Believe!
(We'll be further)

purest form
 
All those people get pain
Now I'm smiling again
Knowing my black efforts were not in vain

Oh, they did it, they planted my soul
And gloves

My daddy was a warrior
Grandaddy was a carpenter oh
And i am a pallbearers son
Got them post-blue-collar-blues
Ohh, get your flannels on
Oh we're all

So B- L- A to the Q Man, y'all clone like and un-human,
I spit that raw no drooling', blow big stoge's no Cubans,
G -O to the V I move plans,