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I'm a cold heartbreaker Fit ta burn and I'll rip your heart in two An I'll leave you lyin' on the bed I'll be out the door before ya wake It's nuthin' new ta you 'Cause I think we've seen that movie too 'Cause you could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be mine now holidays come and then they go it's nothin' new today collect another memory when I come home late at night don't ask me where I've been just count your stars I'm home again 'cause you could be mineBut you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be mine you've gone sketchin' too many times why don't ya give it a rest why must you find another reason to cry while you're breakin' down my back n' I been rackin' out my brain it don't matter how we make it 'cause it always ends the same you can push it for more mileage but your flaps r'wearin' thin and I could sleep on it'til mornin' but this nightmare never ends don't forget to call my lawyers with ridiculous demands an you can take the pity so far but it's more than I can stand 'cause this couchtrip's gettin' older tell me now long has it been 'cause 5 years is forever an you haven't grown up yet you could be mine But you're way out of line With your bitch slap rappin' And your cocaine tongue You get nuthin' done I said you could be you should be you could be mine yeah! |
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What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach... So, you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it! Well, he gets it! N' I don't like it any more than you men." * Look at your young men fighting Look at your women crying Look at your young men dying The way they've always done before Look at the hate we're breeding Look at the fear we're feeding Look at the lives we're leading The way we've always done before My hands are tied The billions shift from side to side And the wars go on with brainwashed pride For the love of God and our human rights And all these things are swept aside By bloody hands time can't deny And are washed away by your genocide And history hides the lies of our civil wars D'you wear a black armband When they shot the man Who said "Peace could last forever" And in my first memories They shot Kennedy I went numb when I learned to see So I never fell for Vietnam We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all That you can't trust freedom When it's not in your hands When everybody's fightin' For their promised land And I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war Look at the shoes your filling Look at the blood we're spilling Look at the world we're killing The way we've always done before Look in the doubt we've wallowed Look at the leaders we've followed Look at the lies we've swallowed And I don't want to hear no more My hands are tied For all I've seen has changed my mind But still the wars go on as the years go by With no love of God or human rights 'Cause all these dreams are swept aside By bloody hands of the hypnotized Who carry the cross of homicide And history bears the scars of our civil wars "WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES PEACE IS CLOSER" ** I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh And I don't need your civil war I don't need your civil war I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war I don't need one more war I don't need one more war Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway |
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