Lyrics:
really organised
Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone
Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone
Won't be coming around for to kill your snakes no more, my love
Riki
organised
Without a little positive resistance
To open up all our eyes
If you can see what I'm saying, raise your hand
Stand up and be counted again ooh
Town, Where Organised Crime Is The Rule
You Kill Nigga's Without Permission, Nigga's Gon' Kill You
We Bang The Rags Too, Red And Blue, That Shit ain't
much is true
As long as this world's spinning like it's supposed to do
I'll be right here loving you
Computerized, organised
Downsize, enterprise
you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
A partner of organised crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
'Til my
But whatever he felt, he tightened his belt and organised a Corps
Poor Colonel Montmorency thought considering all the wars he'd faught
The Home Guard
of the field
That things might have been organised better
Over the field and along the lane
Gentle Alice would make up
And take up
Her stand
The road was
Town, Where Organised Crime Is The Rule
You Kill Nigga's Without Permission, Nigga's Gon' Kill You
We Bang The Rags Too, Red And Blue, That Shit ain't
Got to get up and rise
Time to stand up and rise
Got to get up and rise
Time to stand up and rise
Got to get up, got to get up
Got to get organised
Poowah.
Pooowahhhhhh
I see you all are very well organised, we all like order in germany you know. you have such a pleasant smile, may I see your papers?
From red giant to supernova
Back to you and me
A cloaked entity within
A virtual reality
Mechanised and organised
To me it's plain to see
lose sight,
True sight, of what is real and essential?
I'll take organised patterns of chaos
Over the chaotic organisations of man, any day.
Pretending
thing recognise f***ing
Wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
Donny my soul cries, What
I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Natural
fucking
wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
Donny my soul cries, What
I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Natural light up, light up,
bruv
Me, I'm from the fakest ends
I ain't into making friends fuck this life
I let my mum down, I gotta make amends
I gotta make ends meet like organised
taylorism,
Bruitism, disco. Disco rhythm, as a regular repetition, is the purest, the
Most radical form of the militantly organised rhythmicity of technicist
givin' me chills
You and me is gettin' organised
It's kill or be killed
Honey, you know the drill
Well they can all look down on sucker row
But
organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
What God wants God gets
voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
What God wants
acceptable businesses
All aligned in just one direction
Organised on the same lines
With one face - one side
We got all lined up
We got all lined up
We
and a tie
GREEN: Starts to come apart
Our high regard for making marks (and being organised)
It's hard to just discard
Our being smart for losing heart
would get organised
To clean the war forever from his mind
The farmer came with peanuts in his hand
Then wept a bit while waltzing to the band
Moon
Depression is organised crime
Their confessions are written in your blood.
Kiss your ass an' dreams goodbye
Come back when you've learnt to cry
To busy
for me
And when I get some change
I'll disappear
It's tricky
But, thank God, it's never organised
I'm talking about the twentieth century
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