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Flyover Flyover Step on the gas kick down the accelerator Flyover flyover Don't wanna get banged up don't wanna get captured (VERSE1): Mr. Transmetropolitan get out of my way There ain't enough hours in my day The city's on fire in the pouring rain Steam is rising faster than a runaway train In the battle on the streets you fight computers And Receipts In a bloody turf war between Prada Gucci A killer behind the wheel who ain't never going home Skidding and sliding outside the transit zone (CHORUS): Flyover Flyover Step on the gas kick down the accelerator Flyover Flyover Don't wanna get banged up don't wanna get captured Flyover Flyover Step on the gas kick down the accelerator Flyover Flyover Dont wanna get banged up don't wanna get captured (VERSE2): Speedin through the invisible 20 percent Watch the race between the guilty and the Innocent Rubbing shoulders with the superclass engines Burnin up the hoorahs in South Kensington Choking up London firing smoke into the air Some days you'd rather be anywhere but here Choking up London firing smoke into the air Some days you'd rather be anywhere but here (CHORUS): Flyover Flyover Step on the gas kick down the accelerator Flyover Flyover Don't wanna get banged up don't wanna get captured (2x): The City is blind but it will not slow down The drive to destruction is the heaviest sound But switch to the underground and it's another story as the sound surrounds you with positive energy as the bass line pumps with creativity you know this is the place to be You know it's always been the place to be You know it's always been the place to be You know this is the place to be Tell em tell em London city (CHORUS): Flyover Flyover Step on the gas kick down the accelerator Flyover Flyover Don't wanna get banged up don't wanna get captured Don't wanna be down in the tube station at the stroke of midnight You only wanna go where there's plenty of light Don't ask for directions man they tell ya the wrong way You know there's never time You know there's never enough hours in the day The city is blind but it will not slow down the drive to destruction is the heaviest sound |
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| 2. |
| 5:37 |
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The wheels of the tank keep turning round and round
How many megatons will it take To make them turn around The wheels of the tank keep turning round and round How many megatons will it take To make them turn around every man is left behind everyman has lost his mind Exocets and dollar signs Bounce off the shell of me tank Another missile flying high snaking cross the desert sky Oilmen in their jeeps ride by speeding to the bank the wheels of the tank keep turning round and round How many megatons it take to make them Turnaround Tombstone Cops with Gripping Hands Playing Cowboys in the sand Nothing ever goes as planned deep inside my tank Shell-suited booted goggles flash Tripping out under the trax Buffalow soldiers high on crack Smokin in me tank Fox by foxed news my head is confused Sometimes I think that I'm being used Suppress all thoughts automatic mode So I can't see the ghosts crowding the road The wheels of the tank keep turning round and round How many megatons will it take to make them turnaround Awaken Mesopotamia Never left No Hope City, Georgia The world is Shitsville, Arizona Death Metal getting louder and louder Pumping in me tank Searching for the Hindu Bomb Searching for the muslim bomb Still on the lookout for the suicide bomb Get on your knees and thank Christ for the Bomb |
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| 3. |
| 5:10 |
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Step forward Youth At the moment of truth
Don't be distracted don't be the fool Step forward youth At the moment of truth Go beyond the senses Get a clear view When you're Deafened by the sound of betrayal And there's no one left to trust Falling off the end of the scale You carry on because you must when you're down to the last of your senses The pain is blocking out all thought Somehow you gotta pull yourself together you gotta make good all things you been taught When you're Deafened by the sound of betrayal And there's no one left to trust Falling off the end of the scale You carry on because you must Just when you think it's all over Just when they think you're falling back in line maybe just a small word to a young child Maybe just a moment of peace In your mind Step forward Youth At the moment of truth Don't be distracted don't be the fool Step forward youth At the moment of truth Go beyond the senses Get a clear view Forward youth Backward never Mo' Fire |
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| 4. |
| 4:37 |
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when you hear the march of the drum
you know they're gonna blot out the sun when you hear the marching drum you know your time soon come hammer coming down fast flag is flaying full mast shield your eyes from the blast you know it won't be the last it's a round-up it's a round up riffle butts through the door then you're kicked to the floor headlines screaming for more now you're a prisoner of war in the round-up it's a round up this is a count-down to the crackdown time to take a little trip downtown (it's a round up) get in the lineup there ain't no let up this is a bona fide a government stick up(it's a round-up) from the fit up straight to the lock up through the touchup and the drug up to the rough up it's just start up so watch it speed up it ain't enogh to just put-up and shut-up DIS IS A ROUND-UP shining boots of leather mind at the end of the tether charges cobbled together the sentence is forever it's a round up it's a round up stone floor for a bed with a hood on the head helicopters overhead maybe i'm already dead it's a round up this is a round up when you hear dem march of the drum you know they're gonna blot out the sun when you hear the marching drum you know your time soon come your time soon come dem come for de rasta and you say nothing dem come from the muslims you say nothing dem come for the anti-globalist you ay nothing dem even come for the liberals and you say nothing dem come for you and will speak for you? who will speak for you this is countdown to the crackdown time to take a little trip downtown (it's a round up) get in the lineup there ain't no let-up this bona fide government stic up (it's a round up) from the fit straigh to the lock-up through the touchup and the drug up to the rhough it's just a start up so watch it speed up it ain't enough to just put-up and shut-up DIS IS A ROUND-UP |
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How did we get to this lord? How did we get to this? How did we get to this lord?
How did we get to this? How did we get to this lord? How did we get to this? How did we get to this lord? How did we get to this? We want your oil We want your oil The villages are mined the contract's been signed We'll tell you one more time WE WANT YOUR OIL Supply no longer guaranteed we demand security Running out of Texas tea WE WANT YOUR OIL Children of the CIA we want somewhere new to play Better get right out the way WE WANT YOUR OIL Civilisation birth nerve centre of the earth Welcome to our new turf WE WANT YOUR OIL How did we get to this lord? How did we get to this? How did we get to this lord? How did we get to this? Smart bomb with more brains than the President Slipping and bleeping as they target residents Of market squares and hospital wards King rat is safe in the wings of the hawk While King rat is safe in the wings of the hawk Watch me now Beat seeking missile gonna blast yer mind out Bomb for peace i'm gonna burn your eyes out I'm covering my ears don't wanna receive it I'm trembling in fear say me can't believe it Inspector defector arms dealer revealer Document leaker over here Mr. Speaker A spin refugee like Mohammed Ali Me say no Iraqi ever called me Paki How did we get to this lord? How did we get to this? A secret never to be told always to be sold Digging out the Black gold WE WANT YOUR OIL Petro -junkies must be fed Going Barefoot in the head It's S. U. V.'s with warheads WE WANT YOUR OIL tearing up formalities there is no neutrality Welcome to reality WE WANT YOUR OIL Ignore treaties line by line Little countries fall behind The lunatics will lead the blind WE WANT YOUR OIL The lunatics will lead the blind How did we get to this lord? How did we get to this? How did we get to this lord? How did we get to this? |
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| 6. |
| 4:34 |
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The Krikati Indians of Brazil knocking out power in the cities
Lighter watch the fire grow surprise fighters delivering a body blow Original Krikati Junglists coming with the fire this time Original Krikati Junglists Underground resistance knocking out powerlines coming with the fire this time |
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| 7. |
| 4:12 |
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First sign of madness you talk yourself second sign of madness yoursef talks back
First sign of madness you talk yourself second sign of madness yoursef talks back please select the following option is no longer an option select the following option means you have no option i'm shouting out loud with the rest of the shower shaking our fists in vain down the corridors of power been queuening and queuening for god know how many hours outside the tent pissing in for this long man it's downer they say the buck stops here but if it does i never see it following the fingers poiting opposite directions i lost it took me a week to see the boss to learn that he's not in charge a 1000 people said they could so that one could say they can't and i see vast quantities of people without a face i don't now who runs this place i don't now who runs this place tell me how high i gotta go all the way from God to the devil below before i get to want i really now wanna know and i wanna know WHO RUN DA PLACE? the figures are wrong the network's knackered cashpoint is kaput and me nerves are shaterred you have an infinite choice over the things that doesn't matter one elite or two more Thatcherite than Thatcher in a race to the death with a white van man i admit defeat i'm the man with no plan watch a vampire a poodle a chat show host with a tan try to squeeze into a 3 second attetion span and i stick two fingers up into outer space i don't know who runs this place i don;t know who runs this place tell me how high i gotta go all the way from God to the devil below before i get to want i really wanna know and i wanna know WHO RUN DA PLACE? prime minister of chancellor television or newspaper foreign banks or backhanders? traffic wardens or arms dealers lizardmen or aliens mondeo man or estate agents presidanecy or illuminati one thing i know it ain't you or me they mus never succeed in turning us into them |
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| 8. |
| 4:28 |
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See their eyes see their lies
Unelected rejected it don't matter anyway See their smile Read their file By hook or by crook they always find their way Still at the bottom of the learning curve Maybe got the leaders that we deserve Biting the burger makes our brains get smaller waistlines getting larger we wanna make it harder We gotta be as hungry as they are We gotta be as hungry as they are Get hungry Get angry Get Hungry And take back the power Put your fist in the air Rebels here and everywhere Do we rise do we fall are we playing truth or dare times dem tough Justice rough A million on the streets don't seem to be enough taken for a ride way down inside livin rent free within your mind Mercenary military use everything they got Coup d'etat make us pay for every shot Believe the world they show breathe the air they blow Losing sense of what I know is real and what is not We gotta be as hungry as they are We gotta be as hungry as they are Get hungry Get angry And take back the power Put your fist in the air Rebels here and everywhere Do we rise do we fall are we playing truth or dare |
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| 9. |
| 5:55 |
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Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier
Striking out from Pakistan 'desh and india Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier Every beat is a blow for all of ya Faster than a bullet louder than a bomb against divisions of religion the World is in its song Old times new times it is the soundtrack radical tradition it ain't never lookin' back Carved out of nature roots deeper than deep Original communicator speaking with the beat India Sri Lanka desh and Pakistan One nation one people one it's time to make a stand and bang Rise up the soldier them and bang Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier Striking out from Pakistan desh and india Warring dhol of the Bhanghra soldier Every beat is a blow for all of ya Rise up the soldier dem and bang Living in the heart of the city life is raw sometimes Dealer here copper there hooker here don't ever look 'em in the eyes Another youth is shot down better cut and run But then then you hear the secret message hidden in the beat of the drum And it goes Feel the drum is everything to you Listen Can't you hear it talking to you Feel it From from the valleys and rivers flowin under you Feel it as it keeps on pounding through POUNDING THROUGH It is the sound of hallowed ground it marks it out and plays it loud It belongs to everybody it's the rhythm of the crowd |
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I know of a place not so far away
Where no government holds sway Where no Prime Minister is given the time of day Where the people demand to have a say And they say tomorrow begins today So I know I have to find a way I'm leaving today To where no fences may bar my way Where my imagination Can be led astray Tomorrow begins Today |
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