Maria: Every truly cultured music student knows, You must sing your scales and your arppegios. Hear the music ringing from your chest and not your nose
Okay this is a song about killing everybody, let's all sing along now Dream machine, John and exene, Smear campaign, And a swat team. Let's have a feudal
Check one, uh-huh Yeah, aww yeah, uhh Richter Scale It goes lights, camera, action I'm on One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling I scream
Maybe you'll jump into My ship and blast away Over the blueish sky Into out starry night We'll travel to the moon Over the Milky Way Straight for orion
Recorded by Hank Snow If I had a scale to measure love Like a clock can measure time And we put our love upon that scale Would your's weigh as much as
I have a sequin for an eye Pick a rose and hide my face This is a bandit's life, it comes and goes And then's the breaks Under a molten sky, beyond the
I will move inside you, With clarity that far becomes you, What I know is what I feel and What I feel is what I know And you can feel. What I fear is
I'll bless you with a smile Just come to understand your place here You're faceless, take shelter for a while Underneath my wing of thorns and bile my
Bless me Fill me up with tubes Pass it off as news Shut up and listen Blame me The workers make it all Catch you when you fall Not on your life son
I saw her standing there, her flowing hair and skin so fair Want her so, Need her so (I'm desperate!) If she could take me back, The one thing that I
Taking chances only makes you stronger Take vacation now before the crow comes for you I'd become the one thing that I'd hated Now I'm living proof of
It's coming down the mainline Coming on like prime time It blinks at you like a neon sign But the shit and the mud and the dirt It sticks I've got a
Test this It's P.H neutral Change this? We decide our future You can't take What was never yours This manifesto opens minds On every shore Let go Here
Roll up! Roll up! The circus is in town They're setting up their big tops on your own sacred ground They're kissing babies, one hundred by the hour Thinking
I wasn't born here sir, but yes I live here Can you help me sir, I'm dying here I come not for me, but for my brother He's a teenage boy and yes, he's
Let me tell a little tale about a bad arse sucker with some attitude Seen more in his life than you'd ever want to go through Seen more through his two
Smell the bodies burning As the ash it fills your lungs You know there's nothing we're learning That the history books haven't begun You say "It's human
This party is political activity Back off when you're showing negativity Look to all your friends for some clarity 'Cause this party is political activity