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I've been around the world
And I seem to find everything I'm looking for in uncertainty Roll the dice take a chance, take a joyride One for fun, six for kicks It's a revelation DEATH TO THE INFIDELS The future been and gone Leave the past behind, everything your living for is uncertain Say you're fine; crack a smile, say your uptight One for fun, six for kicks It's a revelation DEATH TO THE INFIDELS So don't blame us for lack of inspiration When the whole world's run by a TV station It's a pre packed like, numbered and bar coded We're looking down the barrel as we get down loaded This is going out like a dedication We're the microchip kings of a cardboard nation Then brakes are going down as we shift into top gear Leave a sign on the planet saying nothing to hear |
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We're punked up, funked up dead from the neck up
We hijacked the dex, the world is gonna be next We wanna wreck the town with the Infidel rokkit We love that you love us and you know it WE LUV U. No brakes but you know we got a radio You gotta move when we're rockin' on your stereo We wanna hit the town with the Infidel rokkit We love that you love us and you know it WE LUV U. |
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It's a new dawn now
Got a real cold shadow to greet me It's a safe fake smile Makes it all worth while believe me I gotta new plan now Gonna use this hour to kill you Don't look so sour I'm pleased to meet you It's a new joke now And I'm your grinning jester Only one clown here And the bastard's sure to get ya If ya just play back With the knifes in your back around you Who gives a shit I'm pleased I found you Do you think you can beat me...No Stupidass sucker such a bad motherfucker with an uzi No chance Nothing left to say And I think you know that feeling Someone's gotta pay and You're never gonna see me leavin' I gotta new plan now Gonna use this beat to kill you Don't look so scared I'm pleased to beat you Do you think you can beat me...No Stupid ass sucker such a bad motherfucker with an uzi No chance (repeat chorus with singing in background) |
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EVERYBODY IN THE CROWD CHECK IT OUT
WATCHA WANNA DO? ROK THE HOUSE We come to bring you the noise Yeah all the girls and boys Tonite we're gonna party Jump up and destroy We ain't gonna wait It's time to detonate This groove is rocket powered Take you to another state CUM ON! Make it funky now EVERYBODY IN THE CROWD CHECK IT OUT WATCHA WANNA DO? ROK THE HOUSE You know this shit roks da house We're gonna kick it out We're gonna blow the place up So watch us bring it down The ultimate sounds Get from the underground The walls they are vibratin' Cos we're gonna kick it down CUM ON! EVERYBODY IN THE CROWD CHECK IT OUT WATCHA WANNA DO? ROK THE HOUSE |
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We want it, lets take it
We're going deeper inside To change the pattern, lets make it happen You know it's only a ride This time there's no mistaking It's not your mind it's your money I'm taking It's not our problem, yeah That's inconceivable, man why can't I have it all It's keeping us all alive Til it all comes tumbling down. WAKE UP IN YOUR OWN MIND DON'T SING ALONG WITH ME DO ANYTHING IT'S ALRIGHT DON'T SING ALONG WITH ME We've got it, you crave it We're going deeper inside To change the pattern, to make it happen A sonic bomb for your mind T.V. was a lame invention, just selling you crime prevention Burn down your station Yeah Turn off cos the radio's rockin' Now days just nothing's shocking You know we just don't care Til it all comes tumbling down WAKE UP IN YOUR OWN MIND DON'T SING ALONG WITH ME DO ANYTHING IT'S ALRIGHT DON'T SING ALONG WITH ME |
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8am with a coffee kick start
Step outside to my broken down car I know I've forgotten my pack of cigarettes The whole day's like a slow train coming Sometimes I find myself running Tell me man is this as good as the whole world's gonna get? I GET THE FEELING IT'S A NEW DAY, SUN IS RISING I GET THE FEELING EVERYTHING IS GONNA CHANGE Search the road for some friendly faces My legs lead me to some strung out places My mind burns with the words that I forget I don't seem to be able to lose me I warm the streets that shake and bruise me Tell me man is this as good as the whole worlds gonna get? I get the feeling this was sent to test me Can I please get someone to bless me I still forgot those damn cigarettes Cos I travel in my own illusion Cut a path through all the confusion Tell me man is this as good as the whole world's gonna get? I GET THE FEELING IT'S A NEW DAY, SUN IS RISING I GET THE FEELING EVERYTHING IS GONNA CHANGE I fall asleep with the TV too loud Spending time staying in with the out crowd Dreams come and leave me in cold sweats Tomorrow feels like a new day coming I can't see it being all for nothing And I know it's as good as the whole world's gonna |
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Celebrate thought crime
Censorship is gonna waste your mind If it's dark and it's tasteless fine We shower, more power Try and make us weaker by the hour And now the battle's begun Means the end for some Until the goddamn world is overrun With a boy band softly singing Deep inside my mind I'm thinking Today your drugs, tomorrow your girls Will be mine I'm gonna make this plain All this shit's driving me insane Do you think you change it? Lame. They fool you, they rule you If they needed a prick, then they'd call you Now you're suitably dumb, and yeah you're selling a ton Until your goddamn life is overrun With the bullshit, yeah you swim in Deep inside your mind still thinking Today your drugs, tomorrow your girls Will be mine |
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Here's the sucker punch
Your mind is out to lunch In everything you do, your poison attitude Takes your breath away Blackens everyday There's nothing left to lose Cos I'm sick of you I'M RUNNING THROUGH BLACK STREETS AT NIGHT, WITH NOTHING AHEAD OF ME THINKING OF YOU, BEATEN BLACK AND BLUE YOU'RE WAITING TO GREET ME WITH YOUR AVARICE Here's the new excuse Your soul has blown a fuse And everywhere you look The libertys you took You stop and look at me, hate the things you see There's nothing left to lose Yeah I'm sick of you I'M RUNNING THROUGH BLACK STREETS AT NIGHT, WITH NOTHING AHEAD OF ME THINKING OF YOU, BEATEN BLACK AND BLUE YOU'RE WAITING TO GREET ME WITH YOUR AVARICE Here's the new excuse |
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Well I've been somewhere in the middle
Drowning in the drivel Whatever it's all out of my hands And I've been choking on the ashes Of the burnt out middle classes Finger fucking it with both of my hands Goddamn-Don't you know who I am? Goddamn-Yeah And now the futures looking brighter For bad song writers Yeah we are laughing just as hard as we can The powder makes us funny, my shit's all runny Yeah, I'm writing this with trembling hands Goddam-I don't know where I am Goddam-I don't know where I am MAKE WAY DEAD MAN LEAVING FOR ONE NIGHT YOUR TOWN'S HOME MAKE WAY MY HEAD'S HEAVING DON'T TOUCH ME MAN I'LL THROW READY TO GO (X4) Pass the cheque and I'll get it Living on credit and everything's running to plan But I just can't figure who leads the lead singer Shut the fuck up man and pass me the gram Goddam-I don't you know who I am? Goddam-I don't you know who I am? I'm ready to blow..HA HA FUCK |
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