in' 79, Jock punks in london,massive carry out Talking to a guy in an ice cream van So drunk for weeks and we're goin Way past the point of wantin tickets
wembley in `79, Jock punks in london, massive carry out Talking to a guy in an ice cream van So drunk for weeks and we're goin Way past the point of wantin
funky, now, hit me Yaaah! Just hit me Just start to chase your dreams Up out your seats, make your body sway Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
and pestilent swarms, sacrifice to appease the deity, whilst heavens open up just to seize the enemy, wiped out civilisations, desolate barren landscapes genocides, creation
midnight hour you can feel the minutes fade Licking wounds from yesterday, bracing for tomorrow's stage I create these monsters, seems like every way
we should check it out? We have no choice, we waited far too long this is our planet, this is where they belong. We may regret this, is this the way it
left that place, with a different look upon my face. When I was fifteen, he had a certain charm, the way he smiled at me, and the way that he'd gently
like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin down The B I G D A D Y, no, back up and add another D Come back to the K to the A, to the N, to the
I'm just a slave Who's brave but fuck pickin' cotton, I'd rather see my grave So I meditated before I was created and if you prefer sorrow Made me reincarnated
left that place With a different look upon my face Well, I was fifteen, he had a certain charm The way he smiled at me And the way that he'd gently
weapons By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future (Sage Francis) I used to think that rappers had it figured out Brass Monkey, St
tape is rollin? New world order flowin? way past deodorant Got the masses ignorant, them dumb asses The world surrenders to the way of the Beltway Created
I'm just a slave who's brave But fuck pickin cotton, I'd rather see my grave, so I meditated, before I was created And if you prefer sorrow, Made me
, you can test the purity And as the world comes down on me And as I go down on her, night prowler I'm out when the freaks come out, way after dusk After
I should -- no! Another time - Another place Our temperature would climb There'd be a long embrace We'd do another dance It'd be another play Looking
m just a slave who's brave (uh-huh) But fuck pickin cotton, I'd rather see my grave, so i Meditated, before I was created And if you prefer sorrow, made
I can't see any way out Of this hell that you create [Chorus] I wish you could see yourself As others all see you Then maybe you'd realise That you
say And remember the times that we've shown you the way With so many faces And remember the times that we've shown you the way We can change your
