Smokin' The Hive - Lyrics - Randy Travis

Title: Smokin' The Hive
Artist: Randy Travis
Composer(s): George Byron Hill Iii, J. Remington Wilde

Lyric:
I was ten years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened
After all these years I can still hear Grandpa laughin'
As he applied that barn yard remedy
He passed his wisdom down to me
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive

I remember my first crush was on the preacher's daughter
We were smoochin' on the front porch swing
That night when he caught her
We weren't expectin' him home until quarter past ten
When the good Lord, taught me that lesson again
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive

You don't point a pistol before you check each chamber
An' you don't drink, no, you don't drink when you drive
It's just a ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive

Well, she rolled into town with rodeo, she was a beauty
And that cowboy saw you wink at her, she was a cutie
The sound of jinglin' spurs caught me dead on a run
He was fit to be tied an' you were under the gun
You don't reach for that honey without smokin' the hive

You don't point a pistol before you check each chamber
And you don't drink, no, you don't drink when you drive
It's just a ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
And you don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
No, you don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive

You're gonna get stung boy

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Totem On The Timeline - Lyrics - Myths of the Near Future - Klaxons

Title: Totem On The Timeline
Album: Myths of the Near Future
Artist: Klaxons
Composer(s): Jamie Oliver Ja Reynolds, Simon Lee Taylor-Davies, James Nicholas Righton

Lyric:
At Club 18-30, I met Julius Caesar
Lady Diana and Mother Teresa
At Club 18-30, I met Julius Caesar
Lady Diana and Mother Teresa

Signs, you know I see them all the time
Time, it's just a fraction of a sign

Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
And hangmen also die in Famagusta's hive
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
And hangmen also die in Famagusta's hive

At Club 18-30, I met Julius Caesar
Lady Diana and Mother Teresa
At Club 18-30, I met Julius Caesar
Lady Diana and Mother Teresa

Signs, you know I see them all the time
Time, it's just a fraction of a sign

Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
And hangmen also die in Famagusta's hive
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
And hangmen also die in Famagusta's hive

Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
And hangmen also die in Famagusta's hive
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline
Unwelcome foreign hands are very hard to find
And hangmen also die in Famagusta's hive

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Worker Bees - Lyrics - II - Billy Talent

Title: Worker Bees
Album: II
Artist: Billy Talent
Composer(s): Ian D'Sa, Jon Gallant, Aaron Solowoniuk, Ben Kowalewicz

Lyric:
March on, worker bees
Know your enemy

We take our orders given by the queen
We?re not the killers, we?re the worker bees
If you resist us you will feel our sting
Surrender now before the swarm sets in

Protect the hive from enemies
Protect the hive from enemies
Follow the herd mentality
Can we fight to save our souls?

March on, worker bees
Know your enemy

Well, a pollination coming from the west
And in a flash we will invade your nest
Supply of honey flowing bottomless
Play by our rules or you?ll be powerless

Protect the hive from enemies
Protect the hive from enemies
Follow the herd mentality
Can we fight to save our souls?

And we?ll march, along with our blindfolds on
And we?ll ride, the rails with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord, above, forgive what we?ve done?
Can we fight to save our souls?

And we?ll march, along with our blindfolds on
And we?ll ride, the rails with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord, above, forgive what we?ve done?
Can we fight to save our souls?
Can we fight to save our souls?

And we?ll march, along with our blindfolds on
And we?ll ride, the rails with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord, above, forgive what we?ve done?
Can we fight to save our souls?

And we?ll march, along with our blindfolds on
And we?ll ride, the rails with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord, above, forgive what we?ve done?
Can we fight to save our souls?
Can we fight to save our souls?
Will we die to save our home?

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Hive - Lyrics - Hydroponic - 311

Title: Hive
Album: Hydroponic
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Chad Sexton, Doug Martinez, Nicholas Hexum

Lyric:
C-c-coming like a nightmare word like I'm gonna go for it
Fuckin' around what ya got to show for it?
Let it be know that I'm in the zone
And whatever I need I just pick up the phone

'Cuz I'm true with it, you're new with it
I just swing the thing and then I'm through with it
I don't need friends to act like folks
'Cuz I'm nick hex um the one who knows about things

'Cuz it takes two and we swings better than you
Then it's time for the dub so we roll out the club
And you know just what I do
I'm hitting in the freak mode, puttin' on a load sippin' on a guinny
Then lo and behold on a vision from bottom to top and I just can't stop

311 show them the air is rarefied
Don't give a damn 'cuz the groove is hellafied
Grew up punk, listen to the funk
I'm a hyper type of fella that does not touch junk

You're the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack
That's what you get when you're steady talkin' shit
Not goin' for self, shit is on the shelf
It's 95 and we go for the hive

Listen up this you're gonna bump to this
And if I'm feelin' mean I'm gonna clutch my fist
Now when I say mean, I mean I'm gonna rock it
You're gonna find out kid I'm 'bout to shock it

When I'm on I'm gone I hear the beat that spawns
The way we freak it and we kick up a storm
The day we turn to pop the show will stop
So feel the beat and get lost now

Back to part 2 the hard way we play
Sublime on time to all the fans I'm SA
And if you don't know I say check the show
Do what you got to on the dance floor

Some say the style is wack but I say fuck that
Get the hell back and watch us rock the set
We cast the mold bust it cold explode
Mega trendsetters known around the globe

Friends takin' you where you never been
We done what we wanted craftin' poems
You can rock there is a glow around you
Lose control Holmes just like we do

Hard to obtain brotha' what's my name
Mad to find unlike ya mamma and your masquerade
I drive a Mach-1 no dashboard Jesus
I hear voices say that's Doug Martinez

You're all up in my mix like fuckin' betty crocker
You think you're playing me but actually you're a jocker
You bad mouth me bitch man you givin' me juice
It ain't nothin' but a party everybody get loose

Notice what I don't do when stress steps to me
Whatever your complaint so sue me
I say fuck the naysayers and keep goin'
Gotta do what I gotta do to get the people glowin'

So let everybody gather the more the better
I represent the traveler him he's a shredder
At ease with yourself and don't try to please me
I'm just here today then quickly I'm out

On the town one light I'm a glow worm
For several hours wiggle jiggle like I'm a huge
Well can't appreciate a brothers love of funky music
You think I'm a silly rabbit 'cuz my style has tricks

Of the way I feel now I just got to rock
The music be poppin' through me like electric shocks
I think and blink and I wink but that shits not tiny
'Cuz in a blink of an eyelash you will not find me

You're the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack
That's what you get when you're steady talkin' shit
Not goin' for self, the shit is on the shelf
It's 95 and we go for the hive

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Return To Pooh Corner - Lyrics - Kenny Loggins

Title: Return To Pooh Corner
Artist: Kenny Loggins
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins

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Lyric:
Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon

But I've wandered much further today than I should
And I can't seem to find my way back to the wood

So help me if you can, I've got to get back
To the House at Pooh Corner by one
You'd be surprised, there's so much to be done

Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh

Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
He came to me asking help and advice
From here no one knows where he goes

So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there
How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear

Help me if you can, I've got to get back
To the House at Pooh Corner by one
You'd be surprised, there's so much to be done

Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh

It's hard to explain how a few precious things
Seem to follow throughout all our lives
After all's said and done I was watching my son
Sleeping there with my bear by his side

So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going
I swear that the old bear whispered, "Boy, welcome home"

Believe me if you can, I've finally come back
To the House at Pooh Corner by one
What do you know, there's so much to be done

Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin
Back to the ways of Christopher Robin
Back to the days of Pooh

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The Bells Of The 7 Hells - Lyrics - Helloween

Title: The Bells Of The 7 Hells
Artist: Helloween
Composer(s): Andreas Deris

Lyric:
Listen to the whisper of the weak and blind
Listen good if you want to learn how to survive
Treasure when you've been chosen to turn water into wine
Never meant for your own, don't drink it

We are the hive, we are the people
We ring the bells of the 7 hells
We bear the light, we bear the fire
We ring the bells of the 7 hells

Shiver, you have taken from the poor in greed
Shiver, you betrayed the ones you've sworn to feed
With given power comes responsibility
When you will regret, don't take it

We are the hive, we are the people
We ring the bells of the 7 hells
We bear the light, we bear the fire
We ring the bells of the 7 hells

Did I keep my vow?
Did I wrong somehow?
Did I stay right on my way?

Have I lied to cover
My precious lover?
My prurience for fame
God help me, God help me

Listen to the breathing of the underground
Listen to the voice that tries to make no sound
Treasure when you've been chosen to turn water into wine
Never meant for your own, don´t drink it

We are the hive, we are the people
We ring the bells of the 7 hells
We bear the light, we bear the fire
We ring the bells of the 7 hells

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House At Pooh Corner - Lyrics - Indigo Girls

Title: House At Pooh Corner
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Ken Loggins

Lyric:
Christopher Robin and I walked along
As the branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to Owl and Eyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I wandered much farther today than I should
And I can't seem to find my way back to the woods

So help me if you can, I've got to get
Back to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh

Winnie, the Pooh, doesn't know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
Now he came to me asking help and advice
And from here no one knows where he goes
So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there
How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear

So help me if you can, I've got to get
Back to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh

So help me if you can, I've got to get
Back to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin

Back to the ways of Christopher Robin
Back to the ways of Pooh

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Thug Commandments - Lyrics - Bed - J. Holiday

Title: Thug Commandments
Album: Bed
Artist: J. Holiday
Composer(s): Anthony Hester, Balewa M Muhammad, Neely Dinkins, Frank Sekay Oliphant, Vito Colapietro

Lyric:
Don't choke on that, homeboy, blow it out
Don't sip on that drink, pour a little out
Let your life reflect what comes outta your mouth
And never pull out your piece unless you dumpin' out

Never fear no man but know when to run
Leave no man standin' till the battle is won
And when it's gettin' real good, better pull it out
When niggas front, don't give up, my brother, sweat it out

And don't smoke what you don't roll up
And act right if you know you can't fight
Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours
There's a one percent chance that it might be another man's

And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall
And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall
And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all
Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments

Stop cuffin' that young girl, let her breathe
Be a father to your kids, not hell disease
No doo-rags in the Lord's house
Trust in the Lord, but keep a glock in your house

When you talkin' to a man, look him dead in his eye
Never get high, come on on your own supply
Gotta think fast, stash your little cash
Watch them snake niggas, they slither in the grass

And don't smoke what you don't roll up
And act right if you know you can't fight
Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours
There's a one percent chance because it might be another man's

And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall
And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall
And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all
Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments

We fall down but we get up
We sell out and we reap up
And we keep watch from the roof tops for the cops
Hive snitches, tap telephone switches

And we get paid but we won't sell
Right back slang, new story to tell
Goes around and 'round like [Incomprehensible]
And never changes, that's all the game is

And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall
And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall
And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all
Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments

We fall down but we get up
We sell out and we reap up
And we keep watch from the roof tops for the cops
Hive snitches, tap telephone switches

And we get paid but we won't sell
Right back slang, new story to tell
Goes around and 'round like [Incomprehensible]
And never changes that's how the game, kid

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Teenage Fbi - Lyrics - Guided By Voices

Title: Teenage Fbi
Artist: Guided By Voices
Composer(s): Robert Jr Pollard

Lyric:
Someone tell me why I do the things
That I don't wanna do?
When you're around me with somebody else

Someone tell my why I act like a fool
When things don't go my way?
When you're around me I'm somebody else

There is good reason I guess
Having it once, gone too far
When you clean out the hive

Does it make you want to cry?
Are you still being followed
By the teenage FBI?

Someone tell me why, someone tell me why
Someone tell me why I do the things
That I don't wanna do?
When you're around me, I'm somebody else
Someone tell me why, someone tell me why

Someone tell me why I do the things
That I don't wanna do?
When you're around me I'm somebody else

Someone tell my why I act like a fool
When things don't go my way?
And you're around me I'm somebody else

There is good reason I guess
Having it once, gone too far
When you clean out the hive

Does it make you want to cry?
Are you still being followed
By the teenage FBI?

Someone tell me why, someone tell me why
Someone tell me why I do the things
That I don't wanna do?
When you're around me, I'm somebody else

Someone tell me why
Someone tell me why
Someone tell me why

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Preschool Prostitute - Lyrics - Carnival Of Chaos - Gwar

Title: Preschool Prostitute
Album: Carnival Of Chaos
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): Kevin Bonner, David E Brockie, Michael R Derks, Don H Drakulich, Bob Gorman, Hunter P Jackson, Scott A Krahl, Peter A Lee, Matt Maguire, David M Musel, Casey D Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts, Danielle Stamp, Charles J Varga

Lyric:
Pre-skool prostitute
Pre-skool prostitute
Pre-skool prostitute
Pre-skool prostitute
Pre-skool prostitute

I saw a friend just the other day
He didn't have too much to say
He looked crazy, he looked insane
He couldn't talk because his tongue was in flames

And then he tried to run away
From some chick that was coming this way
I think I thought I knew who she was
Just a little junkie whore that's a big ugly scuz

I didn't have to go too far
Flashed twenty bucks and she got in the car
Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool
I tried to give her money, put her family through school

'Cause she's a real tough mama when she wear's women's clothes
Everybody knows she she's got a bone through her nose
She's really hot, [Incomprehensible]
But when she gets home, he's daddy's all over her twat

Pre-skool prostitute
All the drugs that you can shoot
Oh, pre-skool prostitute
Oh, slave to the brute

I finally gave up, let her do what she please
Wouldn't have sex with her 'cause I got a disease
But she told a sad story 'bout a family in woe
She was getting fingered by her Daddy's big toe

He was the first, it was the worst
She came in a Limo and she left in a hearse
She got to five, she's still alive
Better call the bug man 'cause your twat is a hive

Oh, pre-skool prostitute
And oh, all the drugs that you can shoot
Oh, [Incomprehensible]
Pre-skool, pre-skool, pre-skool

Tried to talk to her but she called me a fool
I tried to give her money, put her family through school
She's a real tough mama when she wear's women's clothes
Everybody knows she's got a bone through her nose

You're barely out of diapers and you're wearing a wig
You might be a baby but you smell like a pig
You became five, you're still alive
Call the bugman 'cause your twat is a hive

Your naughty nanny
Your grumpy granny
A rusty tire iron hanging out your fanny
Oh, you little English schoolgirl, you

Vengeance is mine
Pre-skool prostitute
Vengeance is mine
Pre-skool prostitute

Vengeance is mine
Pre-skool prostitute
Vengeance is mine

Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine
Pre-skool prostitute
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine

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Bomb In The Bee-Hive - Lyrics - Guided By Voices

Title: Bomb In The Bee-Hive
Artist: Guided By Voices
Composer(s): Robert E. Pollard Jr.

Lyric:
Here I go around the blame
Here I go with hand over flame
Down on the floor at 9 00
A scene not fully recognized
At precisely 9 00
Here I go with clapping hands
Here I go with, still no plans
Illuminate the mystery
The film is not for view
The film is not for you

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Hospital Food - Lyrics - Electro-Shock Blues - Eels

Title: Hospital Food
Album: Electro-Shock Blues
Artist: Eels
Composer(s): Mark O Everett, Jimmy Lang, Jonathan H Norton

Lyric:
Comin' through the alley trying to walk without a sound
It doesn't really matter 'cause there ain't no one around
Tip toe through the alley and tip toe through your life
You still got it comin' be it gun be it knife
Next thing you know, you're eatin' hospital food

Karaoke, castration take the wasp alive
He's gonna sting you anyway and take you to the hive
Yesterday was suckin' and tomorrow's lookin' bad
Who knew that today was the only thing I had

{What? What? I can hear you, I was, uh}

Hospital food
Want some hospital food
Hospital food
Delicious hospital food

In your tribute album to the world you must never forget
To sing the one about the cat who's always gettin' wet
He's always got a problem he's a very bitter dude
And now he is complainin' 'bout his hospital food

Hospital food, it's gonna help the medicine go down
Want some hospital food, gonna take a walk without a sound
A little hospital food, helps spoonful of sugar come up
I want some hospital food, in your blender and in my cup

Hospital food
Hospital food
Hospital food
Hospital food

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Say It'S Alright Joe - Lyrics - Genesis

Title: Say It'S Alright Joe
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Mike Rutherford

Lyric:
Say it's alright Joe
I need another drink
To blow on the glass
So I know I'm alive

Play me a song Joe
To fill the hours till morning
Then never again will I bother you
Ooh, build myself a tower

No way in, no way out
Then my friends can visit me
Once in a while

Say it's alright Joe
I need some reassurance
You never know what
You might find in the night

Ooh, I'm just a busy bee
Still alive in my hive
I'm looking for some other world
To dream out my dreams

There were kings who were laughing in the rain
And they told me I'd come here to lead the parade
And the colors were changing, the sky was in ruins
The lights were all shining on me and on you
Oh, shine on

Say it's alright Joe
The night will soon be over
And nothing and no one
Will ever know

Open my eyes Joe
I'd like to see the daylight
The clock on the wall says
It's time to leave

Never seen the same face twice
Never walked the same way
The little love that I have known
I keep to myself

If there's a fire it's asleep in my bed
I must leave it to burn till it burns itself out
Catch as you can I'm not staying here long
I'll be coming back early or never at all
Shine on

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Drive - Lyrics - MTV Acoustic - Incubus

Title: Drive
Album: MTV Acoustic
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas, Brandon Charles Boyd, Alex Katunich, Christopher E Kilmore, Michael Aaron Einziger

Lyric:
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear
Take the wheel and steer

It's driven me before and seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel

Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes yea
Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there I'll be there

So, if I decide to waiver my chance
To be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine
And hold my own and drive?
Aah ah ooo

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
That everyone else gets around
But lately I'm beginning to find that when
I drive myself my light is found

Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes yea
Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there I'll be there

Would you choose water over wine?
Hold the wheel and drive

Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes yea
Whatever tomorrow brings
I'll be there I'll be there

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Slave Labor - Lyrics - Archetype - Fear Factory

Title: Slave Labor
Album: Archetype
Artist: Fear Factory
Composer(s): Burton C Bell, Christian Olde Wolbers, Raymond Herrera

Lyric:
Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink
Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak
A contract with the Devil for a life of distain
Sleeping in the limelight at attention, slave

I blame myself

God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free
Help me pour this gas on me
Help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me

Chocking on the product for the mass to consume
The flocks of mindless sheep that have been corporately groomed
Ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive
A slave on the trail, a willing conformed disguise

I blame myself

God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free
Help me pour this gas on me
Help me pour this gas on me

I sold my soul
(I sold my soul
(I sold my soul)
I sold my soul
(I sold my soul)
(I sold my soul)
(I sold my soul)
(I sold my soul)
(I sold my soul)
(I sold my soul)

God, help me pour this gas on me
I need to drown in flames to be free
Help me pour this gas on me
Help me pour, this gas on me

(God)
God help me pour this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me
(Ohh God)
God help me pour this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me
(Ohh God)
God help me pour this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me
(Ohh God)
God help me pour this gas on me
God help me pour this gas on me

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Hair... - Lyrics - Cowsills

Title: Hair...
Artist: Cowsills
Composer(s): James Rado, Gerome Ragni

Lyric:
She asks me why I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, don't know
It's not for lack of bread like the Grateful Dead, darling

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas, a hive for bees, a nest for birds
There ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining
Gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen

Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied

Oh say, can you see my eyes?
If you can then my hair's too short?

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They'll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined, Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah, I adore it
Hallelujah, Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it

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War Sucks, Let'S Party! - Lyrics - For Blood & Empire - Anti Flag

Title: War Sucks, Let'S Party!
Album: For Blood & Empire
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
The Anarchists are positive like bees around a hive
Yes, protesters sit in the streets with signs signs signs
The slept of the world have filled us to the brim
But some must have cast that balance based on those who live in sin

It's unbelievable
It's unbelievable to watch the system crumble
This political shakedown, coming correct from the underground
This political shakedown, coming correct from the underground
We've been cut up, we've been shut up for far too long

Pull the feeding tube, out of the mouth of democracy
Tell 'em we're starving to death
What's buried in the ground, we can all breathe free
We can all breathe free

It's unbelievable
It's unbelievable to watch the system crumble
This political shakedown, coming correct from the underground
This political shakedown, coming correct from the underground
We've been cut up, we've been shut up for far too long

It's unbelievable
It's unbelievable

(Policeman)
It's unbelievable
(Takes his gun to her head)
(Just like he's beating the drum)
It's unbelievable
(And those reporters dance like hell)
(To the sounds)

(Policeman)
It's unbelievable
(Takes his gun to her head)
(Just like he's beating the drum)
It's unbelievable
(And those reporters dance like hell)
(To the sounds)

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Nice And Blue (Pt. Two) - Lyrics - Me Without You

Title: Nice And Blue (Pt. Two)
Artist: Me Without You
Composer(s): Gregory Jehanian, Christopher Kleinberg, Richard Mazotta, Aaron Weiss, Michael Yusef Weiss

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Lyric:
You were a song I couldn't sing
Caught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hive
Who complains of the sting when I'm lucky I got out alive

A life at best left half behind
The taste of the honey still sweet on my tongue
And I'd run
(Lord knows I've tried)
But there's no place on Earth I can hide
From the wrong I've done

Then I saw a mountain and I saw a city
(I was once the wine)
Steadily sinking but suspiciously calm
(I was once the wine)

It wasn't an end, it wasn't a beginning
(I was once the wine)
But a ceaseless stumbling on
(And you were the wineglass)

There, strapped like a watch on my wrist
(I was once alive)
That's finished with gold but can't tell the time
(I was once alive)

Was all or what little pleasure exists
(I was once alive)
Seductively sold and uselessly mine
(When you held me)

Our horse was fast and first from the gate
With the lead of a length at the sound of the gun
And the last of our cash laid down to fate at 17 to 1

But by the final stretch in the rear of the pack
That nag limping bad in the back
We reluctantly gave all the money we'd saved
A fifth to the commonwealth and the rest to the track

Then I saw a forest grow in the city
(I was once the wine)
And a driftwood wall of birdhouse gourds
(I was once the wine)

And I'm still waiting to meet a girl like my Mom
(I was once the wine)
Who's closer to my age

The true light of my eyes is a Pearl
(I was once alive)
Equally emptied to equally shine
(I was once alive)

And all or what little joy in the world
(I was once alive)
Seemed suddenly simple and endlessly mine
(When you held me)

I was once the wine, I was once the wine
I was once the wine and you were the wineglass
I was once alive, I was once alive
I was once alive when you held me

God became the glass, all things left are emptiness
Oh, little girl, you're just a little girl
If you look out and see a trace
Of a dark red that was once my face
In the clarity of such grace, you'll forget all about me

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Revolution 9 - Lyrics - The White Album - Beatles

Title: Revolution 9
Album: The White Album
Artist: Beatles
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

Lyric:
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number

Then there's this Welsh rabbit wearing some brown underpants
About the shortage of grain in Hertfordshire
Everyone of them knew that as time went by
They'd get a little bit older and a little bit slower but

It's all the same thing
In this case manufactured by someone who's always/umpteen
Your father's giving it diddly-dee
District was leaving, intended to die, Ottoman
Long gone through
I've got to say, irritably and
Floors, hard enough to put on, per day's MD in our district
There was not really enough light to get down
And ultimately slumped down
Suddenly

They may stop the funding
Place your bets
The original
Afraid she'll die
Great colors for the season

Number 9, number 9

Who's to know?
Who wants to know?

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

(I sustained nothing worse than)
(Also, for example)
(Whatever you're doing)
(A business deal falls through)
I informed him on the third night, when fortune gives

People ride, people ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

Ride! Ride! Ride! Ride! Ride!

9, number 9

I've missed all of that
It makes me a few days late
Compared with, like, wow!
And weird stuff like that

Taking our sides sometimes
Floral bark

Rouge doctors have brought this specimen
I have nobody's short-cuts, aha

With the situation
They are standing still
The plan, the telegram

Number 9, number

A man without terrors from beard to false
As the headmaster reported to my son
He really can try, as they do, to find function
(Tell what he was saying
(and his voice was low and his hive high)
And his eyes were low

Alright!

It was on fire and his glasses were the same
This thing knows if it was tinted
But you know it isn't
To me it is

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9

So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon to price it
Yellow underclothes
So, any road, we went to see the dentist instead
Who gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all
So I said I'd marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea

In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair
I'm not in the mood for whirling

How? Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping
Birds for birding and fish for fishing
Them for themming and when for whimming

Only to find the night-watchman
Unaware of his presence in the building
(Onion soup)

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
(Industry allows financial imbalance)
Number 9

Thrusting it between his shoulder blades
The Watusi, the Twist
El Dorado

Take this, brother, may it serve you well
Maybe it's nothing
What? What? Oh
Maybe, even then, impervious in London

Could be a difficult thing
(It's alright, it's alright, it's alright)
It's quick like rush for peace is because
(It's alright, it's alright)
It's so much like being naked

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright

If, you become naked

Hold that line, hold that line, hold that line
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick

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Everybody Needs A Little Sanctuary - Lyrics - Grant Lee Buffalo

Title: Everybody Needs A Little Sanctuary
Artist: Grant Lee Buffalo
Composer(s): Grant Lee Phillips

Lyric:
Swarm 'round the hive sweet honey bee
Swarm to and fro just as you please
You're always welcome with your queen
Everybody needs a little sanctuary
Everybody needs a little sanctuary

Some men will seek it in the church
Only to find it on the sea
Or where pay women walk the streets
All of them seeking sanctuary
All of them seeking sanctuary
All of them seeking sanctuary

I only hope I can provide
That which you truly gave to me
You never made me stand outside
You always offered sanctuary
You always offered sanctuary
You always offered sanctuary

You always offered sanctuary
You always offered sanctuary
You always offered sanctuary
You always offered sanctuary

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