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The phenomena you are about to witness
could well revolutionize your way of thinking We are presenting startling facts and evidence that take up where explanations leave off Some of these revelations will very well go against things you have been taught And perhaps believed all your life Prepare yourself for the evidence that will follow... |
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Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Well I'm a crazy upsetter (Driving me insane) Yea I'm a street wise professor (Who am I to blame?) Now if you listen to the record (Do you feel the same?) Well it don't get any better (Going backwards again) Whoa swing your fists, whack stitches in the face Fuck ups on me I feel sorry I work here Never been like them with this society Life protects me feeling the finality Now my guns are blazin' Bloodclot I can see 360 Now my guns are blazin' Pick it back up and start it all over again Hey Ho, Hey Ho Well I'm a bad motherfucker (Driving me insane) So don't you even bother (Who am I to blame?) Cause when I listen to the record (Do you feel the same?) And it don't get any better (Going backwards again) I read your words, I read your banner of hope Well I kick my way in it seems to piss you all off Well I try to shut the gates the walls are fading I climb from the depths of hell I'm escaping/unscathed Now my guns are blazin' Bloodclot I can see 360 Now my guns are blazin' Pick it back up and start it all over again Hey Ho, Hey Go Now my guns are blazin' Bloodclot I can see 360 Now my guns are blazing Pick it back up and start it all over again Bloodclot Oh yeah Well I can see 360 I can see all around me Ah yeah Nah na na nah nah Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho Nah na na nah nah Well I can see 360 Hey Ho, Hey Ho! |
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| 4:10 |
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She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin wall
A frail hooker, holding her carnal walls Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down Laugh hysterically and then he spread around On Hoover Street, then he must be alone The precious little, the kid cashed/cast the woes Of a ??? girl she kind of made you spill Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man And the cocaine moves too fast through their system Like a river forever winding To the last party of the under/loner class ??? distance just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale You either get out and die or go to jail And your best intentions splinter and frail/fail And a few weeks of promises and attempts fail It's a glass-pipe murder Glass-pipe murder Oh yeah Glass-pipe murder It's a glass-pipe murder Oh yeah!!! (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) They kick a bottle of beer and a letter Simple (sip of?) things made Mario feel better You see it falls on you and it falls on me Self-annihilation, catastrophe Two packs of cigarettes For two dollars and seventy cents and a Bottle of wine that's been opened And he said, "Why do I do this?" A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC Not encouraging reality or me He said, "It's who I am baby, back to it." Off the deep end the record changed You see, no one stood up and cheered for him Everyone sat down with something that happened Began... to happen It's an old school dorm mystery And the handcuffs bleed... It's a glass-pipe murder Glass-pipe murder Oh yeah Glass-pipe murder It's a glass-pipe murder Oh yeah!!! (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) Who was the killer?... it's in the... |
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| 1:53 |
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Sign a petition under working condition
Union is in bed with the coal operators (call of berettas) Carry are freedom looking for something To get you family better life for every single day Some things keep me going Well I got no one to blame Five o'clock is comin' Do you feel the same? When a lonely whistle Calls out your name? What a man likes to see When they come after mine No prettiness for the mighty black lung Rank and file workers, rank and file minds Take off the gloves and sock it to 'em Some things keep me going Well I got no one to blame Five o'clock is comin' Do you feel the same? When a lonely whistle Calls out your name? Hey young believer/unbeliever (Hey) Black lung fever (Hey) Transmit receiver (Hey) Backed up deceiver (Hey) Well I don't like it either (Hey) We're all presidents for the (Hey) Black lung fever (Hey) Some things keep me going Well I got no one to blame Five o'clock is comin' Do you feel the same? When a lonely whistle Calls out your name? |
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| 3:48 |
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Jesus and his ? wage a final war
Religious self-prestigious keep the quest for the holy grail The eye atop the pyramid is open and awake The Pagans hold the rituals and the fire won't begin to say: Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. The force of war, dynamite blast Rides on the weak and the poor Don't want to see my brother in pain when the man fights big man's wars Don't know nothing 'bout no red, white and blue Little men, big ? Too many win, nobody lose ? choose Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. The conscience of the public can not be put to sleep The conglomerate of the nations has no bounds in which they seek Was it the Mob tellin' the CIA to install/restore this state of fear How many of us wish we were up to Kennedy's ear? Say: Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. See them try to rule the world We don't know why Why they want to rule the world Cuya ? Only white men and black men's..? the white power ? The guns of mass destruction, them fighting about Buying the world is only so much money Here they come ? in the knees World wide hunger ? one fear Well gangster treaties who keep us in fear How much more cannot people deal? Need no more division Need no more pride and I, I will keep on fighting to keep what's mine We the people speaking our mind And once more, would you say it for me now? Dynamite blast of the force of war Government rides on the weak and poor Don't want to see my brother in pain no more When the little man fights all the big man's war ? victimize Mental slavery with the clever disguise Our prides on our people must rise Decide your fate Life won't wait!!! Life won't wait!!! Oh, life won't wait!!! Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. |
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| 2:51 |
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Ah no!
No no! Go!!! With a gleaming success With a different try Religious indifference Mixed between the lies/lines Territorial company they legitimize Persecution to form enterprise The UN is called To buffer it all The problem is spreading international Like Ireland's Belfast it's coming to be A brand new key Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah She's got a new dress She's gonna look her best Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah She's got a new dress She's lookin' to the west Well entertain the idea of a peaceful end ??? takes all ??? (??? some things slow down to the used-to-been ???) Of a world which is seen the citizens die While the innocent children play near fire now When I'm not getting through, and see evidence Another truth, we're bombing us The time for civil war is the sooner I live The chivalrous ones are never represented Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah She's got a new dress She's gonna look her best Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah She's got a new dress She's lookin' to the west Allocating people for ??? The methods of the summons are dastardly Try to cleanse the hands of the murdering But the advantage of guilt is lingering Shadows of soldier lay nearby The dead ones finally reach a compromise Destruction of war lies in Bosnia The destruction of war lies in Bosnia |
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| 1:31 |
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True to Warsaw, glad we did it
Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated the riot scenes in fear of a baseball bat Working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure Broken dreams in warsaw, where all the dreams fall down American baseball bat! Demolish the discotheque! And how many blows to his forearm and neck 'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death! December 13, '81, who remembers a loaded gun? Who remembers the first morning of martial law? Hey, you should bring that Louisville Yeah man, I'll know where Yeah man economic (??? army), hardship in Warsaw American baseball bat! Demolish the discotheque! And how many blows to his forearm and neck 'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death! Hey! All alone, bludgeoned to death! |
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| 8. |
| 2:33 |
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Yeah!
Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll! It's about fightin' toe to toe... Hard times come, Yeah the hard times go. When I say, come one, come all. Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face One man's decision brings another's opposition completely unbound. Down on the flats where the seaside meets my lonely youngtown Well all the rudies and skins well they're out on the streets making the way on the dole, between the bottles and sex they smash and they wreck for something to live Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. Sometimes you know there's no place to go, But to a long life of crime. Yeah but it's so wrong to steal, Someone's very last meal to profit up a dime. Your poe poes and greys well they end up in jail gonna swing the cowboys Well you took a bite outta the apple of decision that got ya there boy. Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face Hooligans and bootboys, I don't want no racial hatred "Black and white, who are portrayed without bias These are the people whose voice I want to be..." I said the hooligans! Rancid Bootboys! Rancid Hooligans! Rancid Bootboys! Rancid Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure, Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh... |
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| 3:48 |
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Within the same school. The idea was that we'd later combine both styles,
unify the techniques. But still, we were too young. Too full of ignorant pride in our own succulent sorrow. Oh no!!! Some people live illegal What you got you can't keep here Oh no!!! Some people live illegal All their lives are led in evil (???Oh, they rise a lot of evil???) Open the jails and set the men free Well the devils and witches are looming on me And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery A decision of descention into insanity Oh no!!! Some people live illegal What you got you can't keep here Oh no!!! Some people live illegal All their lives are led in evil (???Oh, they rise a lot of evil???) Humility will hold you and never let you go To all my friends well, much gratitude And to all the wicked, I've got my eyes on you And everyone stands in confusion Oh no!!! Some people live illegal What you got you can't keep here Oh no!!! Some people live illegal All their lives are led in evil (???Oh, they rise a lot of evil???) (To do the job, you've got to prepare yourself to die.. die... die...) Put 'em up, put 'em in, run 'em out, run quicker ??? Quicker than any motherfucker that I know Rack 'em up and stomp 'em wherever he'll go Rancid pack, I'm a blast it Blasted lyrics of elastic With a 12 gauge double barrel lyric gun (Go... go ... go) ??? Proclamation to the nihilist Down to the propagandist Take me off of that fucking list Open the jails and set the men free Well the devils and witches are looming on me And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery A decision of dissension into insanity Oh no!!! Some people live illegal What you got you can't keep here Oh no!!! Some people live illegal All their lives are led in evil (???Oh, they rise a lot of evil???) (Go... go... go...) Oh no!!! Some people live illegal What you got you can't keep here Oh no!!! Some people live illegal All their lives are led in evil (???Oh, they rise a lot of evil???) |
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| 2:35 |
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I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway It's a long way to go To get to Leicester Square A hard line It's the one you gotta cross The one you gotta cross To get you anywhere Michael's on his way to pay back syndication A fist ? and his backstreet education The 8-ball stops him low Demonstrations show It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah I got none I got no mind for... nothing I got no insight, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here The clockers (?) that could swamp us now, the prime objective: Fear To rob us for some different ? places no one near The tension begins to grow ? so He ? yeah I got none I got no mind for... nothing I got no insight, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here Yeah!!! Ah no no!!! ah no!!! Ah no no no no!!! I got some hard times Two punks up on the subway It's a long way to go To get to Leicester Square A hard line It's the one you gotta cross The one you gotta cross To get you anywhere Mike gets whipped, his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar He act so (?apropos?) ? stall He makes his point then jumps in joint to the backseat with a bottle of beer (?mulatto girl?) I got none I got no mind for... nothing I got no insight, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here Yeah!!! Ah no no!!! Ah no!!! Ah no no no no I got some hard times Two punks up on the subway It's a long way to go To get to Leicester Square A hard line It's the one you gotta cross The one you gotta cross To get you anywhere Yeah!!! You see I got none I got no mind for... nothing I got no insight, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here |
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| 2:54 |
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Like sand, just take your dreams away
Running on the ground At the end of the day it's your life, your loss If you can't get the clock around I said what I got you can have ??? You better not miss a shot You're letting yourself get into all kinds of danger Soon enough you're gonna get caught They had a feeling Was like you had to prove you're one in a million And I'm talking bout junkies been dealing This time the drugs are you And they'll come through It ain't gonna stop 'til they get what they want And I say Nobody knows me, I'm all alone Ah yayayayay I gotta go It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over Ah yayayayay I gotta go John ??? his homeboy down so he waited for a ride Then waited to come by at the Hollywood's concert backslide With affordable odds and a sunroof, nestled among the filth Frequencies and bad intentions, gotta take it for what it's worth Have you ever been hunted By your past And it will never let you go Well never never let you go No! I said Well never never let you go And I say Nobody knows me, I'm all alone Ah yayayayay I gotta go It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over Ah yayayayay I gotta go |
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| 2:57 |
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Who would've thought that dreams come true
Who would've thought i'd end up with you Who would've thought what they said was true But it was and you are light and darkness coming through Sihlouettes of palm trees backing up against the sky Echo park sunset, an ambulance drives by Someone went down, and I wonder who Faces fall through was it anybody i knew So i drank like a fish till i crawl like a rat In the city of shit i ended up on my back. But i can't believe you're with me after dark So let it come together in echo park Who would've thought that dreams come true Who would've thought i'd end up with you Who would've thought what they said was true But it was and you are light and darkness coming through A red flag and your body wins Or a snake bite, gotta start again So i'm fucked up and watching TV all day I don't wanna see what ricky lake's gotta say And it hits me when i'm alone, i'm an angry man I start singing to myself i go dealt a shitty hand With all these feelings my heart could explode So is it not fear, no not at all So i said.. Who would've thought that dreams come true Who would've thought i'd end up with you Who would've thought what they said was true But it was and you are light and darkness coming through Na na na na na na an Who would've thought that dreams come true Who would've thought i'd end up with you Who would've thought what they said was true But it was and you are light and darkness coming through |
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| 3:10 |
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She says his power is what's happening
Well I'll be sure to be respecting nothing's stopping him And to move up for him about crushing them And I'll kick you plain and simple it's a sin man Leave it to the coroner to detect this And I'm sure the U.S.A. to wreck this He drives a tricked out tricked out tricked out Lexus And he looks at the city says I can take this It's high into a corner where the one leads Well it's so fucking high that your nose bleeds They watch you break the nose out of respect You broke the nose that is correct The gates of hell are they closing in The victim's family going condemn him He said, "Ah don't trust them" Yeah he'll show them The sword, the jewel, imagination Cash, culture and violence Violence, wealth and knowledge Cash, culture and violence Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction Cash, culture and violence It's the sword, the jewel, imagination Cash, culture and violence Poisoned like a rat who drank some strychnine gin How many men can say they been allow this to happen Bureaucratic military federation Living dead will need to rise again The delicate skipped it heard the rumble And the legions that are timid lord they crumble And consequently nothing but a concrete jungle And lord I wonder The sword, the jewel, imagination Cash, culture and violence Violence, wealth and knowledge Cash, culture and violence Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction Cash, culture and violence It's the sword, the jewel, imagination Cash, culture and violence Nickels, diamonds, can't be found There's no one, nothing, come straight down Psychosomatic, come straight down, You stopped cold from your nervous breakdown Yeah!!! The sword, the jewel, imagination Cash, culture and violence Violence, wealth and knowledge Cash, culture and violence Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction Cash, culture and violence It's the sword, the jewel, imagination Cash, culture and violence (Cash!!!... Culture!!! Violence!!!) |
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| 3:21 |
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Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked
Smoked the last dollar to a name Are you buying? Are you selling girl? Talking square never change And if I really wanna know What it means for her to be free Oh she's mixing cocktails In a squat down Avenue C Yeah running through the street The parasitic ? Ah, don't give her a fight He gets shallow so I know There won't be no fucking rainbow in sight And then deny allegations so strenuously Oh man, don't get outta control She was left wrestling in a silent anger So hell I can't be there for her I ain't looking for answers I don't want nothing is for free I sure don't want your respect I just wanna know who's talking to me I just wanna know who's talkin' to me I know she's jackin, homegirl's mackin' Tried to make sure am I in love ? you and me She won't relinquish herself to you, and I sense an emergency She can cry, she can hide In the lower east side Been so low in the fast lane curse Above all the infamous, with its circus of the fools And if I really want to know how the pernicious stay on top Oh they don't break, no break they don't fake They think they'll wake They don't stop I ain't looking for answers I don't want nothing is for free I sure don't want your respect I just wanna know who's talking to me I just wanna know who's talkin' to me Yeah I just wanna know who's talkin' to me I just wanna know I just wanna know who's talkin' to me |
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| 2:39 |
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I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed Just as if it was to despite me I saw some better days, from ? to hunter place A portrait of a sum of the last couple years See I lost an image, an image of chaos Yeah all I'd rather notice, isolation in place Of all the kids been losing everything, every single day And all this deadly drama you know I see myself fall ? A lost canyon Consuming all It's just you It's just you Consuming all I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first Just like the wolf before he bites me And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed Just as if it was to despite me So on the antisocial side You know I find myself a job ? ? incredible artist ? a delicate balance I never really thought I could make it all happen The anarchist kid gives a fuck about you I stood up every single time I fell It's just you It's just you Consuming her I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first Just like the wolf before he bites me And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed Just as if it was to despite them I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first Just like the wolf before he bites me And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed Just as if it was to despite me Yeah!!! |
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| 2:46 |
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Wystone Clinics
1974 Father?s talking shit Mother fucker slammed the door Hit the streets running Cannot take it anymore In the reins of a train, I cuddle on the floor. In the apartment next door and Sleeping here for free Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery Set your self up But in the system it?s a raid Oh this is what you want Not the way, what they fucking say Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A. Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A. Lower east side 1976 Who?s got the dope And who?s gonna doing trips? Should i call a loser all for a fix Rippen off some lady Just to avoid from gettin sick Well I life moves slow When you got nowhere to go What the fuck happen to your son all alone Is he coming over? Is he coming home? Oh momma?s disappointed, Waiting?by the phone Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A. Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A. Same fucking shit 1998 And mother fuckers that he hates Hates the fucking people, But they cannot see straight Who got the crack, Gonna seal his fate. In the apartment next door And sleeping here for free Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery Set your self up But in the system it?s a raid Oh this is what you want I don't care, what they fucking say Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A. Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A |
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| 2:20 |
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Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me
I want nothing to do with your crazy world Broken promises, those poor noises Are bringin' it by the time for all the famine and the law From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold Storming ??? west, then the cold hits Then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas From the Kremlin to Afeghanistan to the forgotten ones She offers it confusion to distraught refugees In the fields of poison ivy, through the famine and disease You bled my loyalty Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold All you tell me not to worry About the short comings of lives and the high cost of living From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas Shouted Sandinista!!! |
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| 3:32 |
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All right this one goes out to all our friends in New York:
H2O, The Slackers, Stubborn All Stars Must respect Hey Tim take it away my man. Well I heard they fly a confederate flag Down at the state house Got a gun to my head from the hand of a man Down at the state house Well I reach for a dollar in the hole in my pocket Down at the state house They said I got some rights and I really shouldn't knock it Down at the state house What can we do? (x7) Broken bones, broken rules They can all be fixed (oh yeah) So let those who battle with the pen And the others with the fist (its the gospel now) The strong ones will be defiant with words that can convince You can take this as rules but I'll take it as a dis Yeah!!! Well they wanna hold me with wrongful suspicion Down at the state house And I'm all bundled up in an awkward position Down at the state house And they say its all part of a hundred year tradition Down at the state house And I do feel they got a mental condition Down at the state house What can we do? (x7) Hey gettin' crazy watch me Was it you all along working for the CIA? Iran contra Panama American casket parlet (work it now, work it) Visions of light yes, visions of death no, visions gone astray (oh yeah) Jump on that DC-10 my man oh and you fly away Ignore the weak ignore the poor Down at the state house They got a real good position for me on the floor... hell no Down at the state house They said your gonna make a real real nice world Down at the state house But they do not know the law not no at all Down at the state house What can we do? (x7) All right this one goes out to Sick Of It All, Agnostic Front, Crown of Thornz, Dgeneration, DJ Ansen, Dave Hillyard and the Rocksteady Seven, Simon and the Bar Sinisters, Nine Lives and His New Band Under The Gun, Madball, Marky Ramone and the Intruders. Hey Marky go get your fuckin' shine box |
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| 19. |
| 2:17 |
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Yeah!!!
He's gonna go go get it Gonna run run set it Hidden realm Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it It's not the style, nor a trial It's the best of love and hate Come on everybody, lets get together I appall the backdrop of hate Well there's no more food on the table What was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a DJ's turntable A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile With no dimensions in sight Well given an inch, a billion colors The entire world's contrast light Oh it ain't right, another fight Well all of it's so very clear With my passion on a stud, I walked through I walked through the vicious ones I really don't care Well there's no more food on the table What was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a DJ's turntable My western mind has a hard time (hard time) Getting across this trust Passive resistance, Your assistance (You're the one smoking dust) It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate) Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate Well there's no more food on the table I once/What was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a DJ's turntable Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable |
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| 2:34 |
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Yeaaaaaaaah !!!
There's something in the street tonight Don't know what it is, but it won't keep quiet Breaking through your masses on your radio brodcaster There's something in the air tonight And it's turning in to a full fledge riot Seen a boy's last dance, someone tried to buy him the truth Yeah!!! Oh oh oh oh oh nine lives I'm gonna come right back for you Oh oh oh oh oh nine lives I'm gonna come right back for you There's something in the world today Don't know what it is but it sure smells rotten Babylon's burning and the fire seems waterproof There's someone in your home tonight You think you know who they are But something just ain't so right I look at them a way but they don't feel the same about me Oh oh oh oh oh nine lives I'm gonna come right back for you Oh oh oh oh oh nine lives I'm gonna come right back for you And I run and run And I hide and I hide And I knew that I knew that I tried and tried And I know it was all for you and me (x4) |
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| 22. |
| 5:02 |
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Yeah we're on/rhymmes ? imagine that
All punk rock must move inside, all ? must move inside. Come out to Brooklyn Town and Coyote Studios ? [repeat 2x] London you're gonna find them New York, L.A., back to Kingston All I see is youth fighting All I see is youth fighting Well, in sympathy, there's some Integrity, but in Humility I've come to find a whole lot more I'm not one to judge, nor I Carry a grudge, but I Refuse to budge my determinating vow London you're gonna find them (London town) New York, L.A., back to Kingston (waterhouse) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) London you're gonna find them (Brixton) New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) Come I said put down your ratchet now Rudeboy set down your gun L.A., Kingston, New York and London Move, nobody fight, form together as one This gun pressure soon be over and done ? the road controlled by Satan Fight back from that with love vibration Pull out, division, racism, and schism We gonna make 'em flee, run Easy, you know it ain't easy Got to make a decision Got to learn to say no, no, no... I burn from inside all the walls A dead man can't hear all the calls Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete Never runs deep and dies from the heat Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood It ain't no good when you're misunderstood When you're rotting in jail, wish you would be Out on the street like Robin Hood All those who fall, those who try Let them go, oh victimize You see you ain't gonna take their power, demise Not in your lifetime see more hypnotized, come again London you're gonna find them (London town) New York, L.A., back to Kingston (waterhouse) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) London you're gonna find them (Brixton) New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) Come I said put down your ratchet now Rudeboy set down your gun L.A., Kingston, New York and London Move, nobody fight, form together as one This gun pressure soon be over and done ? the road controlled by Satan Fight back from that with love vibration Pull out, division, racism, and schism We gonna make 'em flee, run Easy, you know it ain't easy Got to make a decision Got to learn to say no, no, no I burn from inside all the walls A dead man can't hear all the calls Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete Never runs deep and dies from the heat Heat... heat... heat...heat... [repeat 4x.] London you're gonna find them (London Town) New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight) All I see is you/youth fighting All I see is you/youth fighting All I see is you/youth fighting... |
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