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Baby, can you dig the light?
This is the end of the tunnel I always heard there'd be some sort of light I finally reached the end of the tunnel I always thought I'd see some kind of light I want Where is the light? And there is no light Where is the light? I always hoped there'd be light I want the light |
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Sowin' the seeds of discontentment
Spillin' milk all over your misspent youth Nurture your crop with blind resentment All your cryin' can't change the truth The straight life, baby, has taken its toll Confiined your mind and stolen your soul Your shit don't stink now that you're livin' the straight life Lookin' so cute in that grown-up's suit Chasin' down all your lost and wasted time You don't care who the fuck you screw The straight life, baby, has taken its toll Confiined your mind and stolen your soul You reap just what you sow If you reap anything at all I let my wild weeds grow I hope they choke your rotten crop The straight life, baby, has taken its Toll Confiined your mind and stolen your soul |
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You look good, as a matter of fact
You'd look great in a giant vat You look good enough to eat Stomping grapes up to your knees I'll drink the wine squeezed from your vines 'Till I'm much too drunk to speak And I won't stop 'till we're partners in crime Come to where the flavor is Grinning wide with purple teeth I wanna come Come to where the flavor is To where the flavor is I understand why the Earth quakes And tries to open up You leave a taste with every step you take But for this world that ain't enough Come to where the flavor is Come to where the flavor is Looking in your eyes I get mesmerized I wanna come Wider than the oceans New horizons open C'mon baby, let me take a bite You know you make me feel all right You look good, that's a matter of truth Yes you're quite the toothsome treat You taste great, with or without fruit I'm gonna start down at your feet Come to where the flavor is Come to where the flavor is I'm gonna come To where the flavor is |
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Our time is coming
Here comes our time Our time is now This is our time They say that time is tight Well, we're tight too Yeah, we know just what we gotta do They say that times are tough They're flying down below They're crawling overhead Still they don't know They can see though walls Our time is coming Here comes our time Our time is now This is our time We choose neither No we're not with you Given two lousy choices We're not with them either Our time is coming Here comes our time Our time is now This is our time |
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I'm always watching
I've been living like this All my life I've changed my mind From outside That I want in Take you by surprise When you do my in Takes an inside job to make it easy Takes an inside job to make it easy When it's hard When it's hard It takes an inside job To really get things done You got to get inside To make the changes come You come around, You call out loud And hold me tight, til the shit comes down Takes an inside job to make it easy When it's hard When it's hard Takes an inside job to make it easy Oh! Let me in, Let me in Oh! Come on Let me in, Let me in Takes an inside job to make it easy when its hard Let me in, Yeah You gotta let me in Come on Let me in Takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard Takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard Takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard Takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard |
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When the big picture makes you feel small
And your good friends are good for nothing at all Don't pretend that it's not your fault You gotta take it like a man When you lash out against society And your cell-mate says, "You belong to me" Take it like a man You gotta take it like a man Take it like a man And find yourself in penetentiary When you can't make your prick get hard Once you realize that you're not in charge It makes your codpiece feel a little too large You gotta fake it like a man Fake it like a man When your big-ass truck keeps on breaking down You wanna holler but you can't make a sound And your big-barreled gun misfires every round Take it like a manYou gotta take it like a man |
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Going in to the smallest center
And peel away every layer Just to look it deep in the eye Going out to the deepest space 'Till there's no place left to hide Just to fill it with my breath The fact that there's no vacuum left The stars and I will celebrate I walk, I walk, yeah I walk the crooked and wide Don't care if it's wrong Don't care if it's right Gonna turn every corner Yeah, I know I'm going n circles Just to see what's around the bend I'm in no hurry to get to the end Don't care if it's wrong Don't care if it's right You can keep the straight and narrow I walk, I walk, yeah I walk the crooked and wide I won't take that well-worn path Just the thought bores me to the marrow Don't care if it's wrong I don't care about no-one's wrath I walk, I walk, yeah I walk the crooked and wideDon't care if it's right |
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Don't hand me that line about Transubstantiation
I'm not buyin' and I'm running out of patience I can't afford to believe your kind of Truth Redirecting energies, I'm a shaker, I'm a mover The Truth is plain to see, I'm a Sonic Transducer There aint nothing, no, I won't misuse We can turn the tide with The time is right for Sonic Infusion Sonic Infusion It aint too late to make 'em sing Permeate everything Sonic Infusion Penetrate and pull the strings They think we don't exist since we've become Translucent They feel just what they miss and it adds to their confusion They can't afford to believe our kind of Truth Hidden from our enemies, intercepting their Transmissions There ain't nothing, No, we won't misuse Rewriting History, transmitting our revisions We can turn the tide with The time is right for Sonic Infusion Permeate everything Sonic Infusion Sonic InfusionPenetrate and pull the strings It aint too late to make 'em sing |
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