(Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la) I've been here once (Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la) I've been here twice I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the The fifth's to fix Sometimes I deal with numbers And if you wanna count me Count me out
more confusions, blood transfusions the news today will be the movies for tomorrow
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4 A.M. beside myself And what I think of mental health All the things that worry me All the things you don’t believe I’ve been told just what to do Where to look and point my view All the things that I could be I think I learned in therapy
In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher, but he's countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight, and Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men, is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob. With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress, but Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug; and Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure, fires acorns from out of his sling. (Here come the cavalry!)
Up, up above the crowd, inside their Silver Cloud, done proud, the bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass. The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot, with tea from a silver pot just like any picnic.
Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day and the Clouds roll away. Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count at the break-in of day. When the limos return for their final review, it's all thru' - all they can see is the morning goo. "There's no-one left alive - must be draw." So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.
"I do my double-show quick!" said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick. "I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave, then a visit I pay - and does it pay!" And his friend, Liquid Len by name, of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame, said "I'm breaking the legs of the that got me framed!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained; my employers have changed but the name has remained. It all began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture. I followed a sign - it said "Beautiful Chest". It led to a lady who showed me her best. She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes. So she rang the bell, and quick as hell Bob the Nob came out on his job to see what the trouble was. "Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?" "You're telling me!" "Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late. we could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate?" "Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute." But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"
To save my steeple, I visited people; for this I'd gone when I met Little John. His name came, I understood, when the judge said "You're a robbing hood." He told me of his strange foundation, conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation; he'd had to hide his reputation. When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door. But now, with a pin-up guru every week, it's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek.
He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms. His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms. That's why we're in
the Battle of Epping Forest, yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest, right outside your door. We guard your souls for peanuts, and we guard your shops and houses for just a little more.
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars. Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, 'cos they disagree on a gangland boundary. They disagree on a gangland boundary.
There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys! With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the Barking Slugs - supersmugs! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, yes these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor. East end heroes got to score in...
the Battle of Epping Forest, yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest, right outside your door. You ain't seen nothing like it. No, you ain't seen nothing like it, not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, and Johnny's lads stand very still. With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout - there's no guns in this gentleman's bout. Georgie moves in on the outside left with a chain flying round his head; and Harold Demure, from Art Literature, nips up the nearest tree. (Here come the cavalry!)
Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score: 10-4. They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone. The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night. When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they did! And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made. The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid.
Yeah, people come up Yeah.. We better turn the bass up on this one
Check it, since fifteen hundred and sixteen, minds attacked and overseen Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream With their borders and boots, on top of us Pullin' knobs on the floor, of their toxic metropolis But how you gonna get what you need to get? The gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet The fifth sun sets get back reclaim The spirit of Cuauhtémoc, alive and untamed Now face the funk now blastin' out your speaker On the one - Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal your name but now you got a gun Yeah, this is for the people of the sun!
It's comin back around again! - This is for the people of the sun! It's comin back around again! Uh It's comin back around again! - This is for the people of the sun! It's comin back around again! Uh
Yeah, never forget that the whip snapped ya back Your spine cracked for tobacc-oh, I'm the Marlboro Man, uh Our past blastin' on through the verses Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist Sailors blood on the deck, come sister resist From the era of terror, check this photo lens Now the City of Angels does the ethnic cleanse, uh Heads bobbin' to the funk out your speaker On the one - Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal your name but now you found a gun You're history! This is for the people of the sun
It's comin back around again! - This is for the people of the sun! It's comin back around again! Yeah It's comin back around again! - This is for the people of the sun! It's comin back around again!
It's comin back around again! - This is for the people of the sun!! It's comin back around again! It's comin back around again! - This is for the people of the sun!! It's comin back around!! - ...of the sun
Because I’m afraid to look the world in the eye. If nothing’s gonna change, well, then I’d rather die. And I’m too unemployed to organize a union. I’m too intoxicated to tear down a building. I’m too hopeless to look for a solution, I’m afraid that if I found one, I’d be out of excuses for the way I waste away in the gutters that I chose, Like fashion accessories to go with my dirty clothes. I haven’t bathed in months, but you know it’s not because I’ve been fighting bourgeois morals, I’m just lazy and I’m young.
I’ve seen the best minds of my generation Dying drunk or high from the rooftops to the parking lots, Stomped to death in west Philadelphian squats. They’ve got me waiting on a day when we can say “ the police!” With a little bit of integrity, When it will mean: “I’ve got your back if you’ve got mine!” Give me a scene where I believe in more Than bad hair cuts, guilt, and misery. I don’t know where I fit between the vegans and the nihilists, That might be the first thing I’ve said that wasn’t a lie tonight.
Because there’s gotta be something more Than lying in the front yard, naked, screaming at the constellations. I want something more than an apology to say When I look the world in the eye. I’ll tell you, man, my friend William came to me with a message of hope. It went: “ you and everything that you think you know. If you don’t step outside the things that you believe They’re gonna kill you.” He said: “No one’s gonna stop you from dying young, and miserable, and right. If you want something better, you gotta put that aside.” i cant post whole song cause limit
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I woke up it was 7 I waited 'til 11 To figure out that no one would call I think I got a lot of friends But I don't hear from them What's another night all alone When you're spending every day on your own And here it goes I'm just a kid And life is a nightmare I'm just a kid I know that it's not fair Nobody cares 'cause I'm alone And the world is Having more fun than me Tonight
We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just want to tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've known each other for so long Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it Inside we both know what's been going on We know the game and we're gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've known each other for so long Your heart's been aching but you're too shy to say it Inside we both know what's been going on We know the game and we're gonna play it
I just want to tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
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fuck with my niggas catch a dick in your throat (Aye, huh)
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We aren't alive as long as there's a prison guard still breathing So we're up all night scheming We don't get tired, we get even
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I'm trying but I keep falling down I cry out but nothing comes now I'm giving my all And I know peace will come I never wanted to need someone
Yeah, I wanted to play tough Thought I could do all this on my own But even Superwoman Sometimes needed Superman's soul
Help me out of this hell Your love lifts me up like helium Your love lifts me up when I'm down down down When I've hit the ground You're all I need
And if you let go I'll float towards the sun I'm stronger 'cause you fill me up But when the fear comes And I drift towards the ground I am lucky that you're around
