Adrenaline - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Adrenaline
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Bring it to these niggas son
Yeah, it's that war shit
It's that war shit
[Incomprehensible]
And you know what Dun

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this
My dun's heads bop to this, we stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats, don't mean to rub it in
But you're small time, beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks, niggas be askin' for ass whippings
Guns kick like Pelle, my big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor, when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds

So you can run back, actin' like you a vet
And swearin' you dead, you survived some real shit
Now what's this? It's not going down like this
Ground that nigga like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Dun you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth 'til that piece come out
And niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise, you ain't got it in you
First of all, you too soft for fastball

Point game track, y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out Buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged, niggas getting amped off the Mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time, stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea

Young niggas, young minds, but that quite contraire
Young niggas, smart niggas, who started from the stairs
How dare, you try to come around the way?
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live, but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down, you be like they did it

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Taste test this, military shit, bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this, thugness
It ain't easy to find, shit like mine
I'm a rare species, you're a dime a gross
That's a dozen heist the least, keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke, make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo

Irons, a permanent flesh, your clothes soakin'
You feel the shot pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds, be that man, grim reaper
With all pleasure, pick his feet up, pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

When I feel like getting' bent
Yo don't fuck with it Dun
I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return, I guess they heard God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst, and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings
Get suspect, we start four-poundin' shit

Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty, but an enemy, it was clear
I just be another problem, that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that, pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one nigga's like Mahadat

Guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

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Be As You Are - Lyrics - Be As You Are - Kenny Chesney

Title: Be As You Are
Album: Be As You Are
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Kenny A. Chesney

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Lyric:
Man, I could use a Pina Colada
Little bit of sun on my skin
A hammock, a book, never gonna look back
Once my feet hit the sand
I've had it up to here with this rat race
Need a smile on my face

I wanna go where I can lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start

Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are

Gettin' stuck sure would be easy
In this palm tree paradise
Ambition fades with every wave
For the finer things in life
Maybe I'll just hang around here
Go home later next year

I wanna stay down here and lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start

Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are

I wanna play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are
Be as you are

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Beer In Mexico - Lyrics - Live Those Songs Again - Kenny Chesney

Title: Beer In Mexico
Album: Live Those Songs Again
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Kenneth A Chesney

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Lyric:
Starin' out into the wild blue yonder
So many thoughts to sit and ponder
'Bout life and love and lack of
And this emptiness in my heart

Too old to be wild and free still
Too young to be over the hill
Should I try to grow up
But who knows where to start

So I just sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away

Sun comes up and sun sinks down
And I seen 'em both in this tourist town
Up for days in a rage
Just tryin' to search my soul

From the answers and the reasons why
I'm at these crossroads in my life
And I really don't know
Which way to go

So I just sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away

Maybe I'll settle down, get married
Or stay single and stay free
Which road I travel
Is still a mystery to me

So I just sit right here, have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away

Down in Mexico

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At Home He'S A Tourist - Lyrics - Gang Of Four

Title: At Home He'S A Tourist
Artist: Gang Of Four
Composer(s): Jon King, Dave Allen, Hugo H. Burnham, Andrew Gill

Lyric:
At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer

Down on the disco floor
They make their profits
From the things they sell
To help you cover
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket

At home she's looking for interest
At home she's looking for interest
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process

Down on the disco floor
They make their profits
From the things they sell
To help you cob off
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket

Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)

Small steps for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)

Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)

Small steps for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)

At home she feels like a tourist
At home she feels like a tourist
She fills her head with culture
She gives herself an ulcer
Why make yourself so anxious?
You give yourself an ulcer

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Gold Against The Soul - Lyrics - Gold Against The Soul - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Gold Against The Soul
Album: Gold Against The Soul
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore

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Lyric:
Somebody told me to vote Conservative
Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction?

Gold against the soul
Rock 'n' roll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against, against the soul
Against the soul

Close the pits, sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize-make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways to humble the poor

Gold against the soul
White liberal hates slavery
Needs Thai labor to clean his home
Gold erodes, erodes the soul
Erodes the soul

A 1000 Marlboro deaths ignored everyday
And who gives a shit about sexuality

Gold against the soul
Working class clinches start here
Either cloth caps or smack victims
Gold destroyed, destroyed the soul
Destroyed the soul

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I'M Bout It Bout It - Lyrics - Master P

Title: I'M Bout It Bout It
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Craig Bazile, Lawson Percy Miller, Mia Young

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Lyric:
Yeah ha, I could never turn my back nigga
(Never)
I could never forget where I came from
This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers
(Master P)

Native of New Orleans
(Louisiana)
All you Tru soldiers, give it up for Richmond, California
(Puttin 'em on the map)

Put em up, represent, where you from?
(Westside, southside)
Check out some of this down south shit though nigga

You bout it, I'm bout' it bout it
If you bout' it bout it, well, say you bout' it, bout it
I represent where them killers hang
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got our own name

It's a small hood, but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit up on my neighborhood
I represent nothin' but G's
(G's)

From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans
That murder capitol of the world, so fool watch your back
The mighty rise and clip but some tourist don't make it back
And niggas ain't trippin' on yo life G
(Life G)

They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3
So give me your gold chain, what 'bout your gold ring
Niggas down south quick to put you in that body slang
I mean that body cast, ha ha, what 'bout that body bag

You ain't thank quick, that's why you on your ass
And niggas stuntin' perpetratin', talkin' shit
You roll through the projects, you might get your wig split
Mr crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarter

You best not fuck with them fools that gone on that water, water
I mean that clicker juice, fermaldahide
(Dang like dat)
Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high
Like some alcohol, niggas don't even give a fuck

They leave you stuck in that muthafuckin' black truck
Break you off like some muthafuckin' Japanese
(Damn)
Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no love for G's
And these niggas killin' bitches too

And these bitches settin' up niggas 'cause don't give a fuck about you
You gotta be bout it, bout it, cause I'm bout' it, bout it
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, you know they bout' it, bout it
And that Fourth Ward is bout' it, bout it

I mean that Fifth Ward and Tenth Ward
You know they bout' it bout it, Twelfth ward, bout' it, bout it
And that thirteenth, seventeenth uptown, downtown, across the sea
bout' it bout it, 'cause we bout' it, bout it

My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they bout' it, bout it
bout' it bout it, I mean we bout' it, bout it
King George, Tru you know, we bout' it, bout it
Silkk, you know he bout' it, bout it

My manager TC, you know he bout' it, bout it
Big Ed, bout' it bout it
Sonya C, you know she bout' it, bout it
C-Murder, bout' it bout it

Mr. Servon is bout' it bout it, Mo B Dick, you know he bout' it, bout it
Cally G, K-Lou, bout' it, bout it
Craig, you know he bout' it, bout it
And Mia X gonna kick some shit, she rowdy rowdy

I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggas that I'm bout it
Comin' from the Crescent, testin' nuts
And ready to bust some of those who doubt it
I'm rowdy as the fuck, hoes you best be backin' up

From this below sea level hoe comin' like a tornado
Brings drama, either way I have to do this
So break your selves, niggas here comes a woman to this Tru click
The bitch you love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face

'Cause Mia X will finish first in this grand diva race
I kick your ear hole's laced with my pimp stress funk
Punks playa hate because they shit be bump
But I dunk a niggas head into a toilet full of piss

'Cause in this drama field, fool we ain't takin' no shit
Downtown Sixth Ward left feet on guard
Seven Ward hard heads, niggas out that Saint Bernard
Ninth Ward pressed for desire and Florida, New Orleans

So bout it every day, we comin' harder firewater
Got them niggas gettin' high off my floss, gumbo
Re greet 'em plus my ate two fate got 'em payin' twenty bones
So bring it on 'cause I gotta recognize

No Limit and Mia X, nigga flex if you bout' it, bout it
You bout' it bout it, yeah, I'm bout' it, bout it
And rest in peace my girl, Jill 'cause she was bout' it, bout it

I mean she bout' it, bout it, she was bout' it, bout it
Them niggas from No Limit Records, you know we bout' it, bout it
Master P, you know I'm bout' it, bout it
The whole New Orleans, them motherfuckers are bout' it, bout it

Baton Rouge, you know they bout' it, bout it
Jackson, Tennessee, you know they bout' it, bout it, Alabama, even Georgia
And all you other motherfuckers down in Southside Florida
You know they bout' it bout it cause we bout' it bout it

From Richmond, California to Oakland, they bout' it, bout it
Cross the bay to San Fransisco, to the Eastside
Huh, you know they bout' it, bout it
Down in Kansas City, you know they bout' it, bout it

Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, they bout' it, bout it
Mean Green, you know he bout' it, bout it
Craig Street, that nigga bout' it, bout it
Rock Raines, huh, ya know he's bout' it, bout it

My nigga, Vercy Carter, you know he bout' it, bout it
Rasheem in the Magnolia, know ya bout' it, bout it
And all them niggas, uptown fuckin' bout' it, bout it
All them niggas bootin' up with that gold bout' it, bout it
(Bout it, bout it)

Them niggas bout' it, bout it
(Bout' it, bout it)
My little brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace
(Rest in peace)
Young nigga, he was bout' it, bout it
Bounce bounce bounce fool if ya bout' it, bout it

Yeah, if you bout it, say you bout it
Being about it means you down to do whatever
You bout it? I'm bout' it

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Lets Get Out Of Here - Lyrics - John Waite

Title: Lets Get Out Of Here
Artist: John Waite
Composer(s): R Thiele Jr., S Fontayne, J Waite

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Lyric:
I've been out here in this wasteland
Throwing horseshoes at the stars
Nickel, silver, and pearl inlay
On an old guitar for my new life

For the playwright and the printer
Theme cafes and tourist bars
They're on a permanent vacation
Like butterflies in killing jars

How the hell did it get this far
Let's go now

Maybe we'll walk, maybe we'll fly
C'mon now let's get outta here
While we're still young take our dreams and run
C'mon now let's get outta here

All the songs I sing were for you
Though it's something I've denied
Time is short so let's start running
To hell with pride

'Cause time moves fast
C'mon baby make it last
Let's go now

Maybe we'll walk, maybe we'll fly
C'mon now let's get outta here
While we're still young take out dreams and run
C'mon now let's get outta here

There's a big sky, there's a big sky there for you and me
Got no horizon, who needs a compass
I've got you and you got me
C'mon baby, it feels so good to be free

Maybe we'll walk, maybe we'll fly
C'mon now let's get outta here
You must got the keys baby I can drive
C'mon now let's get outta here

Maybe we'll walk, maybe we'll fly
C'mon now let's get outta here
You've got that look, you make it clear
C'mon now let's get outta here

Yeah, yeah get a piece of big sky
It's yours and mine, yeah, yeah
Big sky, big sky

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100 Years - Lyrics - Live From The Fall - Blues Traveler

Title: 100 Years
Album: Live From The Fall
Artist: Blues Traveler
Composer(s): John Popper

Lyric:
The sun is warm as the day is long
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
I've got a long way to walk, can't afford my next meal
I tell a few lies but my hunger is real

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Mademoiselle, tell me do you play?
Well, if she shakes her head, well, then that's okay
I watch her walk away in haste
There's just no accounting for some people's taste

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Big angry man in the doorway there, yeah
Just keep on walking like I don't care
But why you're giving such an evil eye?
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby?

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

Play in the park for tobacco and food
Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude
Tourist don't want me to end his show
But this colorful attraction got places to go

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years, yeah
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years, oh

Sit at the pier, watch the sun go down
Another lost little boy in a big old town
I want to laugh, I want to cry
But no matter how hard I may try

It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

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One Night In Bangkok - Lyrics - Murray Head

Title: One Night In Bangkok
Artist: Murray Head
Composer(s): Bjorn Ulvaeus, Benny Andersson, Tim Rice

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Lyric:
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the Devil walking next to me

Bangkok, Oriental setting
And the city don't know what the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world
In a show with everything but Yul Brynner

Time flies, doesn't seem a minute
Since the Tirolean Spa had the chess boys in it
All change, don't you know that when you
Play at this level, there's no ordinary venue

It's Iceland or the Philippines
Or Hastings or, or this place

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a God in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the God's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One town's very like another
When your head's down over your pieces, Brother

It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity
To be looking at the board, not looking at the city

Whaddya mean?
Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town

Tea girls, warm and sweet, warm, sweet
Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham Suite

"Get Thai'd", you're talking to a tourist
Whose every move's among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the Devil walking next to me

Siam's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would
A muddy old river or Reclining Buddha

But thank God, I'm only watching the game, controlling it

I don't see you guys rating
The kind of mate I'm contemplating
I'd let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you

So you better go back to your bars, your temples
Your massage parlors

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a God in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel slidin' up to me

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the Devil walking next to me

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Another Sunny Day - Lyrics - The Life Pursuit - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Another Sunny Day
Album: The Life Pursuit
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard William Colburn, Michael John Cooke, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Robert Michael Kildea, Sarah Ann Martin, Stuart Lee Murdoch

Lyric:
Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers, and girls, and trees

Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with a train set
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
You've got the attic window lookin' out on the cathedral
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk

Another day in June, we'll pick eleven for football
We're playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

Now, everybody's gone you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still

There's something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again

The lovin' is a mess, what happened to all of the feeling?
I thought it was for real, babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

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Luau - Lyrics - Yank Crime - Drive Like Jehu

Title: Luau
Album: Yank Crime
Artist: Drive Like Jehu
Composer(s): Rick Froberg, Michael Rockwell Kennedy, John A Reis, Mark Allen Trombino

Lyric:
Failures in outer space, failures and crimes
Let's get something straight, s'not for mine
Before you were born, after you die
Failures in outer space, failures and crimes

It's depth, whatever it's worth
It's in the unit to measure the curse
It's in the setup, yeah, it's built in
Whatever the get up, yeah, it's built in
Wait till the rub out, wait till the purge
Wipe the last a hole the fuck off our turf

Aloha, aloha, suit up
Luau, luau, luau, luau

Kill off the tourist and we'll all sleep sound
Cash in their fillings and blow it in town
We'll blow it on rifles, we'll blow it on drinks
Head in the corner, head in the sink

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Luxembourg - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Luxembourg
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
Dressed up like a dog's dinner
The butter wouldn't melt on your paws
If this is dog's life then you're the cat's clothes

They hire out your sons and hire out your daughters
The man from abroad says he's already bought her
Now you look like a lover but you're only a tourist

You're talking or yawning
You didn't listen to a thing you heard
Don't start your morning moaning
Or you might wake up in Luxembourg

You get over, you get over
You're worried by her body
She's worryin' about her bodily odour

You pull off, the pull over
You say that you love her when you really loathe her
Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her

You're talking or yawning
You didn't listen to a thing you heard
Don't start your morning moaning
Or you might wake up in Luxembourg

Where they're smiling sweetly while they're looking daggers
Kick you where it really matters
Send all your friends to coventry and
Look for your name in last night's obituaries

You've got the Deutschmarks
If you've got the yen, then
You get the shirt off her back
And the clock off Big Ben

Somebody's soft touch
I'm tired of these bargains
In the drinking clubs with the council men making
Plans to put lead back in their pencils again

You're talking or yawning
You didn't listen to a thing you heard
Don't start your morning moaning
Or you might wake up in Luxembourg

Well, well, well, well
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
Well, you know it

I said well
[Incomprehensible]

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Mad Love'S Comin' - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Golden Earring

Title: Mad Love'S Comin'
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Golden Earring
Composer(s): Barry Hay, George Kooymans

Lyric:
You want different positions
To keep your love life successful
And you want a happy ending
With lots of stud potential reliable and perpetual
Without being distasteful

My papa says it's not the size
Or nor the way it's looking, it's the way it moves
On stiletto shoes papa sure improves
But I bet he's just tryin' to be commercial yeah

So let me say something simple to you
Before we get to do the do baby I love you
That takes care of that, you can take off your hat
You and me gotta be the lucky few

There's a tourist in the city, that went and lost his lady
On the purpose if you ask me, he'll have to find a reason
To cover up the treason, meanwhile let's hope the night never ends

Meanwhile let's hope the night never ends
'Cause mad love is coming, I know mad love is coming

Mad love is coming, I know, mad love is coming
Mad love is coming, I know, mad love is coming

Out on the corner city boy routine
Right on the border of enemy territory
This is how far you've come, this is how far you've gone
There's a fool's moon out, silence true love

It's cruel cruel street's a mean school
Too many blows, below the belt you know
This is how far you've come, this is how far you've gone
There's a fool's moon out, makin' me shout

Mad love is coming, not too soon
On beds that sail outta the blue
Mad love is coming, all day through
Who's afraid of romance, is doomed

Mad love's coming, all over your walls
Into your life, it creepy crawls
This is how far you've come, this is how far you've gone
There's a fool's moon out, making me shout

Mad love is coming, not too soon
On beds that sail outta the blue
Mad love is coming, all day through
Who's afraid of that romance, is doomed

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Quality Control - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Quality Control
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): L Macfadden, D Givens, Jimmy Maslon, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, Clarence Reid, M Stuart

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Lyric:
Next we are havin' a very very big group
By the Limo, I like the Limo

Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold B boys of old

Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll
We be the lik like E, Tash, and J Lo
We harass niggas like we was the po po
We can rule the world without Kurtis and still Blow

Finesse, from S P to Casio
Your jams ain't deaf, you ain't fresh, you're so so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood when we groove and prove a show
The name of the game is survive and prove your flow
You can't out take Jurassic syllable
'Cause it's survival of professional radio
Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen
Survival of professional poetical Highlanders

Soup, you plan on rocking something fierce? Oh, am I
Zaakir's the name, the A K A super
The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler
I used to be the brother for others that used to dumb on
Now they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on
Put me in the mix, L P 12-inch

S P, the elegant, poetic pestilence
I'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated
Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated
For connecting it word like verb subject to the predicate
Plus I got the etiquette
To keep it moving, and showing cats how it's done
'Cause it's the verbal combat, position number one

We keep it beaming like a beacon
If it's clearance that you're seeking
Whether black or Puerto Rican
People back us when we're speaking
We got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend
To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing
Our temperature is freezing, all kind of different regions
The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done
Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces
Your rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in season

Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold B boys of old

Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man relic clan repellent
My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets
Flashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits
While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics
My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day
Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display
J 5 finds a way to remain supreme
Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem

Ayo my team Dreamworks without Spielberg or spill words
Communicate from the earth throughout the universe
I transmit, transcripts, transcontinental lyrics
Deeply rooted in the spirit
Up, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs
The pen and the sword, liquid stick on award

No folklore or myths in my penmanship
The Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh
Verbally decapitating those against a
Jihad [Foreign Content] words make sense
You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab
Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs

Quality control
Small 7 Tuna fish in the dock fish roll
Like producers of the highest quality rather
Can I do smart

Yo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes
Planning knives every pair that I utilize
Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth
Inflict truths, speak Allah's 99 Attributes
You baby M C's drink Pedialyte
My underground doesn't like you, the media might
But we the defeat will change that
As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back

Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
Inprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack
My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya
We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya
Ayo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal
Revolutionize with active build
I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills
For the starving M C, hungry trying to get the meal

Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold B boys of old

We are goin' to take a trip back in time
Are you ready to get into time machine
OK fasten your seat belts
Are you ready? Let's go

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My Dark Life - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: My Dark Life
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Declan Macmanus

Lyric:
She says, nobody wants to believe
You're the same as everyone
What makes makes me unique
My dark life

There was a kink in the world
Sent that statue tumbling
An invitation east
So we can watch it all crumbling

She came on like a light
And so softly she spoke
You don't know, you don't know about
My dark life

And you think you're a guest
You're a tourist at best
Peering into the corners of
My dark life

Now that you, you tear, your dreams
From consumptive, ballerinas
She'll stand on tiptoe for you
In a gray and tattered tutu

She stay's where, the is
'Cause of voyeurs like these
With an accusative look that says
My dark life

Rubber men await you there
In each beguiling alley to shake you
And to pierce you and remind you of
My dark life

Enter the pious elite
In their preening finery
And bang the tambourine
They're dining on rice paper scenery

See how the villain attracts
Envious glances from everyone
She's waitressing by day
It doesn't bring in, much money now

And as strong concealed, arms
Set off bells and alarms
In the strangest locations of
My dark life

But the fantasies slipped
As he tipped her in cigarettes
She tries to smile very graciously
When she wants to kill him

Now the victory is sweet
You get down upon your knees
It's the perfect position
For kissing west on leather

So they came from ugly Texas
And from nameless, Tennessee
From peculiar, Missouri
And from places closer to me

All the cream of heartless England
Cheer the carnival is over
And remnants of red army bandsmen
Played, "America The Beautiful"

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Paradies - Lyrics - Die Toten Hosen

Title: Paradies
Artist: Die Toten Hosen
Composer(s): Andreas Frege

Lyric:
Wer kann schon sagen, was mit uns geschieht
Vielleicht stimmt es ja doch
Da� das Leben eine Prüfung ist
In der wir uns bewähren sollen

Nur wer sie mit Eins besteht
Darf in den Himmel kommen
Für den ganzen dreckigen Rest

Bleibt die Hölle der Wiedergeburt
Als Tourist auf Ibiza, als Verkehrspolizist
Als ein Clown in einer Zirkusshow den keiner sehen will

Um diesem Schicksal zu entfliehen
Sollen wir uns redlich bemühen
Jeden Tag mit `nem Gebet beginnen
Anstelle von Aspirin

Nur wer immer gleich zum Beichtstuhl rennt
Als wär es ein Wettlauf
Und dort alle seine Sünden nennt
Der handelt einen Freispruch aus

Ich will nicht ins Paradies, wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Ich stelle keinen Antrag auf Asyl, meinetwegen bleib ich hier

Wer Messer und Gabel richtig halten kann
Und beim Essen gerade sitzt
Wer immer Ja und Danke sagt
Dessen Chancen stehen nicht schlecht

Wer sich brav in jede Reihe
Stellt mit geputzten Schuhen
Wer sein Schicksal mit Demut trägt
Dem winkt die Erlösung zu

Wir sollen zuhören und aufpassen
Tun was man uns sagt
Unterordnen und nachmachen
Vom ersten bis zum letzten Tag

Immer schön nach den Regeln spielen
Die uns befohlen sind
Wie sie im Buch des Lebens stehen
In Ewigkeit Amen

Ich will nicht ins Paradies, wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Wer wei�, ob es uns dort besser geht, hinter dieser Tür
Ich will nicht ins Paradies, wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Und bevor ich auf den Knien leb´, bleib ich meinetwegen hier

Ich will nicht ins Paradies, wenn der Weg dorthin so schwierig ist
Wenn ich nicht reindarf, wie ich bin, bleib ich drauÃ?en vor der
Tür

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Soup Is Good Food - Lyrics - Frankenchrist - Dead Kennedys

Title: Soup Is Good Food
Album: Frankenchrist
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Jello Biafra, Darren Eric Henley, Geoffrey V Lyall, Raymond John Pepperell

Lyric:
We're sorry
But you're no longer needed
Or wanted or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you
And this is what you get for asking questions

The unions agree
Sacrifices must be made
Computers never go on strike
To save the working man
You've got to put him out to pasture

Looks like we'll have to let you go
Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know
That you the human being are now obsolete
And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it

Soup is good food
(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal
(We don't need you any more)

Now how does it feel
(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash

We're sorry, you'll just have to leave
Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
How does it feel to be a budget cut?
You're snipped, you no longer exist

Your number's been purged
From our central computer
So we can rig the facts
And sweep you under the rug
See our chart? Unemployment's going down
If that ruins your life that's your problem

Soup is good food
(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal
(We don't need you any more)

Now how does it feel
(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash

We're sorry, we hate to interrupt
But it's against the law to jump off this bridge
You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
A tourist might see you and we wouldn't want that

I'm just doing my job, you know, so say uncle
And we'll take you to the mental health zoo
Force feed you mind melting chemicals
Til' even the outside world looks great

In hi-tech science research labs
It costs too much to bury all the dead
The mutilated disease injected
Surplus rats who can't be used anymore

So they're dumped, with no minister present
In a spiraling corkscrew dispose all unit
Ground into sludge and flushed away
Aw geez!

We don't need you any more
We don't need you any more

Soup is good food
(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal
(We don't need you any more)

Now how does it feel
(We don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
(We don't need you any more)

We know how much you'd like to die
(We don't need you any more)
We joke about it on our coffee breaks
(We don't need you any more)
But we're paid to force you to have a nice day
(We don't need you any more)
In the wonderful world we made just for you

"Poor rats", we human rodents chuckle
At least we get a dignified cremation
At yet, at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning
It's time to get up and go to work

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Summer Here Kids - Lyrics - Under The Western Freeway - Grandaddy

Title: Summer Here Kids
Album: Under The Western Freeway
Artist: Grandaddy
Composer(s): Jason Lytle

Lyric:
Summer here kids

After she lets you glide around
Finally hit the ground like a paper plane
Take a trip, join me in the sun
But not really though and I ain't having fun

'Cause summer here kids, summer here totally lies
Tourist info said I'd have a good time
Summer here kids, all of them awful lies
Tourist info said I'd have a good time

Do as I didn't do because
I'm a picture of imdumbivinity
Stay alone put a record on
Listen to the songs keep yourself at home

'Cause summer here kids, summer here totally lies
Tourist info said I'd have a good time
Summer here kids, all of them awful lies
Tourist info said I'd have a good time

I'd have a good time
I'm not having a good time
I'm not having a good time

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The Nashville Scene - Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: The Nashville Scene
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Buck Moore, Tony Stampley, Hank (Jr) Williams

Lyric:
The streets are paved with tourist and the record companies flourish
Lord knows every singer wants to be the king
But some of them couldn't take it and some good one's didn't make it
That's the way it goes on the Nashville scene

Now there's a wino on the corner, he was a well known guitar picker
'Til he got burned out by the game
Now he'll bum you for some whiskey
And tell you how it was back in '52 when he played for Hank

And I'm watching the sun go down this evening
And soon it will wake this town thats made of dreams
But before it does a new star will be shining
And that's the way it is on the Nashville scene

From the outside it's a castle, from the inside its a prison
It's easy to live way beyond your means
And it's a long, long way to the top and even further when you drop
And I've been on both ends of the Nashville scene

And I'm watching the sun go down this evening
And soon it'll wake this town that's made of dreams
But before it does a new star will be shining
Lighting up the ole Nashville scene

And I'm standing here as the sun goes down this evening
And soon it will wake this town that's made of dreams
But before it does a new star will be shining
Lighting up the Nashville scene
Lighting up the ole Nashville scene

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When The Coast Is Clear - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: When The Coast Is Clear
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Mac Mcanally

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Lyric:
They're closin' down the hangout
The air is turnin' cool
Shuttin' off the superslide
The kids are back in school

The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town

That's when it always happens
The same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear

Hello mister other me
It's been a long, long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself's a crime

So tell me all your troubles
I'll surely tell you mine
We'll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke and
Have a glass of wine

That's where it always happens
The same place every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear

(It's the only place he knows)
Where it always happens
Same place every year
I still come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear

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