Cast Me Aside - Lyrics - Desensitized - Drowning Pool

Title: Cast Me Aside
Album: Desensitized
Artist: Drowning Pool
Composer(s): Stevie Benton, Jason Jones, Mike Luce, Christian Joseph Pierce

Lyric:
So you think that you got it all figured out
I told you, you got no clue what it is all about
Now, you want to cling to the next big thing
Be part of the scene and ride the big machine

Well, it ain't gonna work out that way
Now, you want to cling to the next big thing
Be part of the scene and ride the big machine
Well, it ain't gonna work out that way

What, who, where were you when I was down on my luck?
You know you never gave a fuck, you just cast me aside
What, who, where were you when I needed you?
You know you never came through
And now you wanna come along for the ride

I told you I know you as well as you think you do
I showed you just how easy you are to see straight through

Now, you want to cling to the next big thing
Be part of the scene and ride the big machine
Well, it ain't gonna work out that way

Now, you want to cling to the next big thing
Be part of the scene and ride the big machine
Well, it ain't gonna work out that way

What, who, where were you when I was down on my luck?
You know you never gave a fuck, you just cast me aside
What, who, where were you when I needed you?
You know you never came through
And now you wanna come along for the ride

Nothing to me you're nothing to me
Nothing to me you're nothing to me
Nothing to me you're nothing to me

What, who, where were you?
What, who, where were you?
What, who, where were you?

What, who, where were you when I was down on my luck?
You know you never gave a fuck, you just cast me aside
What, who, where were when I needed you ?

You know you never came through
And now you wanna come along for the ride
For the ride, for the ride, for the ride, for the
Now, you wanna come along for the ride

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The Guidelines - Lyrics - A Book Of Human Language (Accompanied By Mumbles) - Aceyalone

Title: The Guidelines
Album: A Book Of Human Language (Accompanied By Mumbles)
Artist: Aceyalone
Composer(s): Edwin M Jr Hayes

Lyric:
Let's begin
Asalaam alaikum, people of good will
I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill
To finally reveal the open-end chapter
As real as the flesh that you're embodied in
To the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in
And there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve
The course of course, I'm cordial when I'm reportin'

I won't distort, I don't contort
Connect, conduct, collect, console or conceal
In full control of the roll of the wheel
My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science
Omitting defiance with the high-tech mic check
The buttons that flashed, I pushed for absolute destruction
Your structure is lifted from the ground
The foundation mound is broke, so you float around

I'm embedded in what is known as beat
Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete
In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump
Rapidly, heart rate, happily marched
I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts
I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow
But it ain't the same though, yo
The tried and true pros are chasing fool's gold

Sliding through holes like small rodents
It's obviously evident, my embellishment peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
'Cuz Big Ace is the spinner, in the center
Inventor, and I plan to be a winner meaning
I'll be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
Overseas hearin' oversees more, than the eye
Can I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist
The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid
I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot

I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit
Not inhibited, not even a little bit when I'm inclined
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline
You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time
'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose
And we have only touched on the surface of the serpent

Consider me part of the dust, in the dusk
I must collect the samples from the rust
Penetrate the crust then trust no living
Driven by the sonic, language passion
Your ashes spark the flashes, of the neon
From beyond, what kind of planet could I be on?
I don't know, but I'ma be on for eons, and eons
While many think that they can never play out
Get trapped in a time frame and never find their way out

I stay off the dramatization and I balance
Always seeking the challenge
To show the world the incredible talents
I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces
Worthlessness is just half of the problem
I read the grid kid, I did every column
I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum
Whylum style 'em until they get to hit the target

I mark it on the bullseye, of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky
My architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground
I suggest that you warn your town
I inhabit the oxygen, mark off the memory
You will never forget to remember the lone wolverine
Marine biologist machine with the verbal
Internal mind fertile, foot, over hurdle
Tight like girdle, and my word'll be the last

I incubate every other millennium
I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of 'em
I am potent, untraceable
No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts
No heart, no head, just a carcass
The darkest days come, right before the light
I watch my watch and stand right before the mic
By the powers, vested in me, I digested MC's

Food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and swung
Then stood stiff as if I was on a cliff
Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks
When I walk my footprints indent cement
I am not practical nor am I unusual
Nor am I oblivious to, hideous crimes
Every city is captured and trapped in my mind

Given the spinal tap as the final rap climbs
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
'Cuz I have become the night owl on the prowl
Master of the free penpal style 'cuz I'm, om-nipotent

I'm, some, government experiment that is out of control
I'm from some big black hole
I square up, select, and rec'd every tangle
I flare up, and you can try, any angle
Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda
Then I'm, octagon in the wind with the pollen

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Time Machine - Lyrics - Dehumanizer - Black Sabbath

Title: Time Machine
Album: Dehumanizer
Artist: Black Sabbath
Composer(s): Tony Iommi, Ronnie James Dio, Geezer Butler

Lyric:
Oh, what are you gonna do
When there's a part of you
That needs to run with the wind

And the fire of burning yesterdays
Can only light the way
To lead you from
The garden of the dark

Stay out of shadows now
Looks like the change is on
Tomorrow's never gone
Today just never comes

Go on and jump, yeah
Into the hurricane
You will forget the pain
It's only there to exorcise your mind

Looking at the world
When you've open up your eyes
You've got to see the promises they've made
They're bloody lies and broken dreams
Your silence screams

You're living in a time machine
And you can choose just who you are
Someone that you've never seen
Somewhere you've never been
You're living in a time machine

Oh, what are you gonna do
When every part of you
Just needs to catch the wind

And the fire of burning yesterdays
Can only light the way
To lead you from
The garden of the dark

Looking for the world
When you've opened up your eyes
You'll see you've got invisible chains
They're only lies, not what it seems
And I hear your silent screams

You're living in a time machine
Nobody cares just where you go
Taken where you've never been
Making for somewhere you don't know

You're living in a time machine
Why do you stay who you are
Be what you've never been
Someone you've never seen
You're living in a time machine, yeah

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Part Of The Machine - Lyrics - Fates Warning

Title: Part Of The Machine
Artist: Fates Warning
Composer(s): Matheo

Lyric:
Just another face in the crowd, wandering towards obscurity
Driven by dull desires of a worn out routine
Stagnant in the suffocating silence of emotional exile
A fugitive from freedom surrenders to mediocrity

A helpless voice starting to sink
You could make a choice
But you never learned to think

Weary and weakened victims fall prey
To vague ideals and passionless play
Systematic spontaneity in synchronized society

Immersed in the cause, the call of the day
Sacrificed inner needs, give way
To shared individuality in collective reality

A spirit of belonging satisfies your longing
But the truth is never seen
False sense of freedom grows
But dependency shows your part of the machine

A hopeless choice searching for someone real
You could find that voice but you never learned to feel

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King Of The Kerb - Lyrics - Echobelly

Title: King Of The Kerb
Artist: Echobelly
Composer(s): Sonya Aurura Madan, Glenn Johansson

Lyric:
Sugar smile savvy, the king of the kerb
Got a temper in the style of a bomb
Got his friends in his pocket or safe behind bars
All the local boys know what he?s done

He turns it on
He turns it on
He turns it on

Same boys doin' it for themselves
There?s somebody out there doin' it for you
Safe white, you?re paying out for your health
They?re the kings of the kerb
And everybody knows what they?re worth

Sugar smile savvy, the king of the kerb
Keeps the order in this part of the town
All the shadows in the alley, the shapes at the bar
Like to service him when he does the round

He turns it on
He turns it on
He turns it on

Same boys doin' it for themselves
There?s somebody out there doin' it for you
Safe white, you?re paying out for your health
They?re the kings of the kerb
And everybody knows what they?re worth

Safe from home and safe from greed
A little protection is all that you need
Safe from home and safe from greed
They?re just a rocket machine

Same boys doin' it for themselves
There?s somebody out there doin' it for you
Same boys doin' it for themselves
There?s somebody out there doing it for you

Same boys doin' it for themselves
There?s somebody out there lookin' it for you
Safe white, you?re paying out for your health
They?re the kings of the kerb

They?re the kings of the kerb
They?re the kings of the kerb
And everybody knows what they?re worth

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Put You On Game - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Put You On Game
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): ? Wasalu Muhammad Jaco

Lyric:
Let me put you on game
Let me put you on game

Don't you know that I run this place?
And I've begun this race must I rerun this pace?
I'm the reason it's become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised
(Let me put you on game)

Love my darkness, I've made them heartless
And in return, the have become my martyrs
I've been in the poem of many a poet
And I reside in the art of many a artist
(Let me put you on game)

Some of your smartest have tried to articulate
My whole part in this but they're fruitless in their harvest
The dro rose from my footsteps, I'm the one that they follow
I am the one that they march with
(Let me put you on game)

Through the back alleys and the black markets
The Oval Offices, the crack houses and apartments
Through the mazes of the queens, the pages of the sages
And the Chambers of The Kings
(Let me put you on game)

Through the veins-es of the fiends, a paper chaser's pager
Yo, I'm famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things
Speak every single language on the planet, y'all mean?
(Let me put you on game)

I am the American dream, the rape of Africa
The undying machine, the overpriced medicine
The murderous regime, the tough guy's front
And the one behind the scenes
(Let me put you on game)

I am the blood of this city, it's gas, water and electricity
I'm it's gym and it's math and it's history
The gunshots in the class
And you can't pass if you missing G
(Let me put you on game)

I taught them better than that, I taught them aim for the head
And hope they never come back
I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, hope he never comes back
I hope he's with your mother, with my hustlers high in my trap
(Let me put you on game)

I hope you die in his trash
I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody'll find you tied in this bag
Behind the hospital little baby, crack addicts had
(Let me put you on game)

Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper
A welfare-receiving prostitute and gold digger
You can watch on TV, how they should properly depict you
The rivers should flow with liquor, quench your thirst on my elixirs
(Let me put you on game)

I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
The trusted misleader, the number one defender
And from a throne of their bones I rule
These fools are my fuel so I make them cool
(Let me put you on game)

Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool
And feed 'em from the table that held the Corleone's food
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name
'Cause I'm the

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In The Name Of Tragedy - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: In The Name Of Tragedy
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Delaoglou

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Lyric:
Were you ever lost, were you ever young
Were you ever safe, little brother?
Do you see the sense of the evidence
Are you still part of the struggle?

Did you bang your head, did you go to bed
Does it still feel pretty funky?
Lay back and dream in the death machine
Pity you still think like a monkey

Bring it up, bring it down ?til you hit the ground
Got a rude attitude, turn the world around
Shall we see, shall we disagree
Sing it all in the name of tragedy

Did you ever lie, ever wonder why
Nobody believed you, honey?
What a pretty smile, drive the people wild
Wonder who ran off with the money

Do you ever change, is it gonna rain
Will it bring you pennies from heaven?
Do you know the score, are you waiting for
Anxious for the new Armageddon?

Live it up, live it down ?til we hit the ground
Cop a rude attitude from the world around
Shall we see, shall we disagree
Sing it all in the name of tragedy

Marbles in your mouth, what's it all about
Do you know the name of the winner?
If I was to go, would you let it show
Life is not a TV dinner

If you dream of me, will you ever see
Do you want a piece of the action?
If I wasn't sure, would you do it more
Help me to achieve an erection?

Get it up, get it down ?til you hit the ground
Cop a rude attitude, turn the world around
Shall we see, shall we disagree
All in the name of tragedy

Sing it loud, sing it out, make the people shout
Get it all, get it on, get it sorted out
Be a seer, be sincere, can you really see
All in the name of tragedy

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I Want To Talk To You - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: I Want To Talk To You
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): N Jones, Lesham Lewis, Alvin West

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Lyric:
I wanna talk to the Mayor, to the Governor
To the motherfuckin' President
I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA
And the motherfuckin' Congressman

I wanna talk to the Mayor, to the Governor
To the motherfuckin' President
I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA
And the motherfuckin' Congressman
Can I talk to ya?

Step up to the White House let me in
What's my reason for bein' I'm ya next to the kin
And we built this motherfucker
You wanna kill me because my hunger?

Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I wanna talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin' G pack in my hand
Look what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman

Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent
The Pentagon's from Egypt, Government secret
The 99 to 2G computer shutdown, what now

Extension on Earth, human cut down
Niggaz play with Play Stations, they build a Space Stations
On Mars plottin' civilizations
Dissin' us discriminatin' different racists
Tax payers pay for more jail for black Latin faces

I wanna talk to the Mayor, to the Governor
To the motherfuckin' President
I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA
And the motherfuckin' Congressman

I wanna talk to the Mayor, to the Governor
To the motherfuckin' President
I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA
And the motherfuckin' Congressman
Can I talk to ya?

I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard damn
Niggaz gotta go create his own job
Mr. Mayor imagine this was your backyard
Mr. Governor imagine it's your kids that starved

Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive
Swing a mack to be live cardiac and get high
It's the ghetto life yeah, I celebrate it, I live it
And all I got is what you left me with I'ma get it

Now y'all combinin' all the countries we goin' do the same
Combine all the cliques that make one gang
It ain't a black and white thing
It's to make the change, citizens of a higher plane

I wanna talk to the Mayor, to the Governor
To the motherfuckin' President
I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA
And the motherfuckin' Congressman

I wanna talk to the Mayor, to the Governor
To the motherfuckin' President
I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA
And the motherfuckin' Congressman
Can I talk to ya?

What y'all waitin' for the world to blow up
Before you hear this rewind this 4 minutes before we timeless
Let y'all niggaz bang my shit before Saddam hits
Let Nostradamus tell us what time it is

They try to buy us with doe
Fake black leaders of puppets always talkin' 'bout the city budget
The news got it all confused lyin' to the public
They eyes watchin' stay wise move above it

Water floods predicted hurricanes twisters
It's all signs of the Armageddon three sixes
People reverse the system, politics verse religion
Holy war Muslim verse Christians

Niggaz in high places they don't have the balls for this
People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us
Mr. President I assume it was negligence
But your streets are upside down, I'm here to represent this

I wanna talk to the Mayor, to the Governor
To the motherfuckin' President
I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA
And the motherfuckin' Congressman

I wanna talk to the Mayor, to the Governor
To the motherfuckin' President
I wanna talk to the FBI and the CIA
And the motherfuckin' Congressman
Can I talk to ya?

Can I talk to you Mr. President?
YouknowwhatI'msayin' niggaz tryin' to get with the computers man
YouknowwhatI'msayin' we ain't John Henry
Banging down and fuckin' K
Fighting against the machine nigga

We wanna be part of establishment nigga
That's what we are steppin' up for
YouknowwhatImean ain't no cartoon out here
YouknowwhatImean this shit is real

Total package in this nigga
LES in this nigga
I'll will nigga
Mr. President fuckin' it up wanna keep us from establishment

Niggaz are American baby
American made

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Paschendale - Lyrics - Dance Of Death - Iron Maiden

Title: Paschendale
Album: Dance Of Death
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Steven Percy Harris, Adrian Frederick Smith

Lyric:
In a foreign field, he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words, he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he's been through
Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood filled trench
Killing time 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends again

In the smoke, in the mud and lead
Smell of fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbwire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon

Many soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more tears
Surely a war no one can win
Killing time about to begin

Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again

The bodies of ours and our foes
The sea of death it overflows
In no man's land, God only knows
Into jaws of death, we go

Crucified as if on a cross
Allied troops, they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
Such before has never been seen

Swear I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no more may die
So that people know the truth
Tell the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human heart
Everyman does play his part
Terror of the men, we kill
The human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over, we go

Blood is falling like the rain
Its crimson cloak unveils again
The sound of guns can't hide their shame
And so we die in Paschendale

Dodging shrapnel and barbwire
Running straight at cannon fire
Running blind as I hold my breath
Say a prayer symphony of death

As we charge the enemy lines
A burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no one hears
Feel the blood go down my throat

Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again

Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again

See my spirit on the wind
Across the lines beyond the hill
Friend and foe will meet again
Those who died at Paschendale

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No Lies - Lyrics - Tattooed Millionaire - Bruce Dickinson

Title: No Lies
Album: Tattooed Millionaire
Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson

Lyric:
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels
No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels
No Heaven, no Heaven, no lies

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

Waitin' on a corner of a red light street
Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang 'round here babe, you're leavin' soon

On the run from a country, from the law
Well, here's a safe place behind every front door
Wanna wander where the guide book doesn't go
Watchin' the windows, part of the sideshow

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

Where the money men's wallets bleed
Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs
Where the vicar goes for his sin
Where the stick up artist gets stuck in

Oh, look around here it's no big deal
For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel
Riding side saddle on a rented machine
Hang on loosely, part of the scene

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

No lies, no angels, no Heaven
No lies, no angels, no Heaven

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Smoke - Lyrics - No Cure For Cancer - Dennis Leary

Title: Smoke
Album: No Cure For Cancer
Artist: Dennis Leary
Composer(s): Denis Leary

Lyric:
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now? You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?

The cops are outside, "We know you have the cigarettes
Come out of the house with the cigarettes above your head"
"You'll never get me copper! I'm never coming out, you hear?
I got a cigarette machine right here in my bedroom, yeah! Say yeah!"

Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get one of those tracheotomies
So I can smoke two cigarettes at the same time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!

I'm looking forward to cancer, man, I want that throat cancer
That's the best kind, you know why?
You get that throat cancer, you get that voice box thing
Know what I'm talking about?

Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box
Get a voice box, walking around the streets of Manhattan
"You got any spare change?"
"Ahh! Here's my whole wallet, get away from me!"

Imagine a whole family with voice boxes, that'd be creepy, wouldn't it?
They'd be out in that backyard everyday during the summer
"Dad, can we go to the beach?", "Yes, get your mother and the dog"
"We'll leave right now, Sparky, come here"

Or the ultimate irony, a guy with a voice box pulling up to the drive
Through window at Mcdonald's, that has to suck, huh?
"Can I help you?", "Big Mac and a large order of fries"
"Stop making fun of me", "I'm not making fun of you"
"I'm getting the manager", "Get the fucking manager, I don't care"

I can remember a time in this country
When men were proud to get cancer, God dammit!
When it was a sign of manhood! John Wayne had cancer twice
Second time, they took out one of his lungs, he said, "Take 'em both!
'Cuz I don't fuckin' need 'em! I'll grow gills and breathe like a fish!"

Babe Ruth, greatest baseball player to ever play the game
He had a voice box, he was the first American to have a voice box
Yeah!, "This is Babe Ruth
The Sultan of Swat, the Bambino"

I smoke twenty-five goddamn Black Cuban cigars a day
I had meat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I fucked eighteen prostitutes a night!
'Course, I'm dead now

I'm up here in Heaven, Lou Gehrig is up Here with me
God love Lou Gehrig, Jesus Christ, poor Lou Gehrig
Died of Lou Gehrig's disease
How the Hell did he not see that coming?

We used to tell him, Lou, there's a disease
With your name all over it, pal!
There ain't no Babe Ruth disease, I'll tell you that much right now
Have a hot dog and a Hummer, go ahead, it's on me"

I don't know, personally, I think Billy Martin said it best when he said
"Hey! I can drive!", because we tried to be nice to you non-smokers
We fucking tried, okay?
You wanted your own sections in the restaurants, we gave you that

But that wasn't enough for you, then you wanted the airplanes
We gave you the whole God damn plane! You happy now?
You own the fucking plane! I'd like an explanation about that one folks
Because I will guarantee you if the plane is going down
The first announcement you're gonna hear is

"Folks, this is your Captain speaking, look, uhm, light 'em up
'Cause we're going down, okay, I got a carton of Camels non-filters
I'll see you on the ground, take it easy"
Actually, it'd be more like this, "This is your Captain speaking"
"Smoke 'em if ya got 'em"

The filters the best part, that's where they put the heroine
Only us real good smokers know that fucking secret
Yeah, we tried to be nice to you non-smokers
But you just fucking badger us, you know? You won't leave us alone

You got all your little speeches you're always giving to us
All these little facts that you dig out of a newspaper or pamphlet
And you store that little nugget in your little fucking head
And we light up and you spew 'em out at us, don't ya?
I love these little facts, these little facts

"Well you know, smoking takes ten years off your life"
Well it's the ten worst years, isn't it folks?
It's the ones at the end! It's the wheelchair, dialysis fucking years
You can have those years! We don't want 'em, alright!?

And I guarantee if I'm still alive then I'll be smoking then
I'll be in my wheelchair, with my adult diapers on
And my twenty-five year old non-smoking born again
Christian son behind me

I'll be going, "Hey! Make sure you wipe this time
I was itching all week for Christ's sake!
And get me some more wippets
I'm almost out, you fucking pussy! Come on!"

Because you're always telling us
"You know, if you quit smoking now
Every cigarette takes three minutes off your life
If you quit now you can live an extra ten years
If you quit now, you can live an extra twenty years"

Hey, I got two words for you, okay, Jim Fix, remember Jim Fix?
The big famous jogging guy? Jogged fifteen miles a day
Did a jogging book, did a jogging video
And dropped out of a heart attack when?
When he was fucking jogging, that's when!

What do you wanna bet it was two smokers
Who found the body the next morning and went
"Hey! That's Jim Fix, isn't it?" "Wow, what a fucking tragedy
Come on, lets go buy some buds"

It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
"Sorry officer, I didn't see him, I was too busy smoking!"

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Welcome To The Numb - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Welcome To The Numb
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): John Corabi, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars

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Lyric:
Mister, Mr. Push-Button Junkie
Lookin' for some dirt to buy
Landslide, it's a corporation landslide
Waitin' for a kiss from an atom bomb

Situation's critical, my back's against the wall
But we like it
We're walkin' in our sleep and I can't feel it at all
I said, "Hey, man just gimme some truth"

See what ya wanna see
Feel what ya wanna feel
I don't know what I wanna deal
I don't wanna be any part of your stupid mother fuckin' machine

Do what you wanna do
Kill if ya gotta kill
I just don't believe your point of view
Welcome to the numb, fools

People, did you ever feel like
You're going insane?
Sister, I'm feelin' pretty safe dead
In this home-made grave

The situation's critical, have I lost my mind and I like it
There's too much information
Can you see it in my eyes?
I said, "Hey man, all I want is the truth"

See what ya wanna see
Feel what ya feel
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna feel
I don't wanna be any part of your stupid mother fuckin' machine

Do what ya wanna do
Kill if ya wanna kill
'Cause I just don't believe your point of view
Welcome to the numb, welcome to the

Situation's critical, have we lost our minds but we like it
So much information, can you see it in my eyes?
I said, "Hey man, just gimme the truth"
Why don't we

See what we wanna see
Feel what we wanna feel
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna feel
I don't wanna be any part of your stupid mother fuckin' disease

Do what you wanna do
Kill what ya wanna kill
'Cause I just don't believe your point of view
Welcome to the numb, welcome to the numb
Welcome to the numb

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Welcome To Try - Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Title: Welcome To Try
Artist: Gordon Lightfoot
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot

Lyric:
I have been down in valley of tears
I have stood on the highest peak
For the best part of a week
Battered and bruised I had pulled myself through
Every scene I would never repeat

I have hung out with the beasts of the field
And with them I've spent many a long nights
Got in some awful bad fights
I came unstuck, I was down on my luck
And I'm still gettin' over the bites

Sounds of my own heart breaking
Not to mention my mind
?Nothing can hurt me? a small voice said
Into a mike, take a hike

No one will lead me astray anymore
You are welcome to try if you like
Welcome to try if you like

I had been down in the valley so long
I had almost run out of respect
Got in right up to my neck
Battered but wise to the truth and the lies
That no layman would ever accept

Reachin' for all of the good things in life
Can provide some surprises I guess
It be may the way we are dressed
These threads that you see mean so little to me
They don't count when they put us to rest

Late about dusk I would start to feel
One more day had been lost
Nothin' I'd say ever seemed to convey
How I felt with that I have dealt

All of my children are healthy and sane
They may say anything that they like
Say anything that they like

Sitting alone in the Blue Ridge Saloon
Is no place for an angel to be
Ladies make faces at me
Battered but clean I had pulled my machine
Off the road, I was too tired to see

Wearing a smile like the rim of a cup
I will get down to my final point
There is no one left to anoint
And the sowing of seed was it good, yes indeed
It thrills me but only to a point

Use your imagination
Try every trick in the book
My mother said with the life that I led
I'd be broke, holy smoke

All of my children are healthy and sane
They may say anything that they like
Say anything that they like

If they want to preach and are not within reach
They may say anything that they like
Say anything that they like

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Linchpin - Lyrics - Digimortal - Fear Factory

Title: Linchpin
Album: Digimortal
Artist: Fear Factory
Composer(s): Burton C Bell, Christian Olde Woblers, Dino Cazares, Raymond Herrera

Lyric:
Can't take me apart
Can't take me apart

See the light
A new day has arrived for us
Genesis of our evolution
A linchpin holds within
A means to an end
Can't you see that we are one?

Can't take me apart
Can't take me apart
Can't take me apart
Can't take me apart
No you can't

We see no end to the dream
We will never see the end
We will never be the end
All my life I've felt discarded
(Aaa)
Never feeling a part of it
(Aaa)
No you can't

Without me you will fade
You will not remain
We are one
And of the same, future machine
A linchpin holds within
A means to an end
Can't you see that we are one?

Can't take me apart
Can't take me apart
Can't take me apart
Can't take me apart
No you can't

We see no end to the dream
We will never see the end
We will never be the end
All my life I've felt discarded
(Aaa)
Never feeling a part of it
(Aaa)

No you
No you can't take
No you can't take
No you can't take
No you can't take
No you can't take
No you can't take, me apart

We will never see the end
We will never be the end
All my life I've felt discarded
(Aaa)
Never feeling a part of it
(Aaa)

You, can't change me
You, can't change me
You, can't change me
You, can't change me
You, can't change me
You, can't change me
No

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Lo - I Am Selling Soul - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - I Am Selling Soul
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
I am the music
I've yet to define myself as just, one thing
Let's just say that

I am the actual and factual supernatural sight and surrounds
Signification of conversation
Two or more words rhyming in song form or spoken syncopation
The reason the rudery reanimation and realization of life is rhythm
I am the heartbeat and the heartache, the here and now

I am the purpose, the point, the living proof of a God somewhere
The lifeline, lifelike lazer beam, the progression and direction
Always will be always was what all comes from and all must return
The center of a perfect circle, I am your soul

Music of your mind, each feeling causing each function
To be in conjunction with the music, I am the music

I am the music

Let's get started shall we? 'Cause you know it's time gone
Every time these n****z rhyme wrong
So uhh, lights, camera, action I'm on
I'll have them standing in line to get their mind blown

I'm selling soul, rapping and singing, and screaming, and yelling soul
Manufacturing, marketing, pricing, packaging and e-mailing soul
With no rehearsal, this one verse'll whole hearse you
Now a commercial but what I must first do

Is make my presentation a bit more personal
Everything must go for a small price you can have the heart of me
There is no part of me that can't be calculated into a commodity
My musings amount to a milestone a million miles above monotony

And it'll make you feel so good, it got to be God, it got to be
I paint prophecy, you know airbrush atrocity with philosophy
And people ask me am I gon' preach one of these days
And I just tell 'em, "Possibly", if you let me

I'll end up being everything probably and obviously
It's like any other job would be so you might as well thank God for me
But isn't it amazing, how the antenna ain't nothing but a sinner
You just can't go and be ordained over dinner

Now I can interest an intellectual or A B C it for a beginner
But yes my seasons still change and it is almost winter
And it give it to you at God-speed but yet it's gentle
And when I rhyme I make reading fundamentals

Or even black and white, my lyric is live and living color
My flow if fluorescent like scripture highlighted in bright yellow
And all this for 999, s*** that's wonderful
And the great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable

But there's always something rewarding about every Cee-Lo Green Recording 'cause even after all your expenses
People still aspire affording
It's incredible how convincing I can be with a camera pointed at me
But really sometimes rapping feel like tapping to make a cracker happy

But when the dat play and the beat get bumping like adolescent acne
It's kinda sad but it's show time, my sentiment exactly
So don't get mad, everybody's doing it, you know you wouldn't mind
A commercial with your own tennis shoe in it

Whether you're selling a dream, selling a scheme or playing a role
Like it or not we're selling soul

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Trephination - Lyrics - Supercharger - Machine Head

Title: Trephination
Album: Supercharger
Artist: Machine Head
Composer(s): Adam Duce, Robb Flynn, Dave Mcclain, Ahrue Luster

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Lyric:
I used to want to take a drill to my head
Let the pain out of the hole
I used to want to cut the veins in my neck
Cool the blood boiling my soul

When I wondered, why my daily headaches thundered
Tried to buffer, pushin' down the pain I suffered
Mutilated, feelin' so humiliated
Cannot wash the dirt off underneath my skin

There was a part of me left far behind
When at the age of five years old
I had my innocence taken from me
Emptiness would fill the hole

Now a second grader, thinkin' why I don't feel better
Why I'm filthy, why the hell I feel so guilty
When drawing stick men of pornographic men and women
Thinking'all the time, there's somethin' wrong with me

Everyday for three years from dawn 'til dusk
A migraine would take me and break me and it'd cripple me
So much that in dreams, it'd seem, with a hole in my temple
That I could probably make my headaches finally go away

Trephination, trephination
The enemy inside of me
Won't let me free
Wants me to bleed

And after three years now my headaches wear off
For reasons not quite to me known
The acupuncture needles stickin' my skin
Pushed them down as far as they'd go

But now I'm older and now inside my anger smolders
From depression, to fightin', takin' out my vengeance
Consequences, now I'd question during sex if
Is this how it fucking feels or am I fakin' it ?

No longer the child that you left there at the bart tracks
I'm now at 17, left in an empty blackness
On drugs, with thugs, and thinkin' "Goddamn!"
I'm gonna be a failure with the gutter passed out

Trephination, trephination
This enemy inside of me
Won't let me free
Wants me to bleed

Fuck!

[Incomprehensible]

So now I'm older and in this man an anger smolders
Now I'm thinkin' a hole in you is what I'm seein'
Your depression, the dent I kick in you in vengeance
Consequences are the pain I'd give to you

Oh I know that I'm dreaming, but in this dream I go in
Go through it, and end it and though I'd never do it
I'm killing you, hand on the trigger, pull it
Your final thought'll be a bullet in your fuckin' head

Trephination, trephination
This enemy inside of me
I'm now killing
To make me free

This enemy inside of me
I'm now killing
To make me free
Trephination, trephination

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Sick Day - Lyrics - Fountains Of Wayne - Fountains Of Wayne

Title: Sick Day
Album: Fountains Of Wayne
Artist: Fountains Of Wayne
Composer(s): Chris Collingwood, Adam Schlesinger

Lyric:
Check out the girl in the harbor tunnel
Crawling to work six feet under
And the day has barely begun
They're all chewing gum
And laughing at the voice on the crackling radio station
Lead us not into Penn station
'Cause the best part's just begun
We're all becoming once again

And she's making the scene
With the coffee and cream
And the copy machine's not working
She's a hell of a girl
She's alone in the world
And she likes to say "Hey good looking"
She's on her way
She's taking a sick day soon

And here is the man pushing paper past her
Thinks up ways to make the day go faster
But the day goes on and on
He dreams of his lawn
And all about the pretty careerist the next cube over
The fat secretary, the lunchtime lover
Till the path train finally comes
The platform's full of bums again

And she's making the scene
With the coffee and cream
And the coffee machine's not working
She's a hell of a girl
She's alone in the world
And she likes to say "Hey good looking"
She's on her way
She's taking a sick day soon

And she's taking her time
As she's tossing a dime
At the man in the cardboard coffin
It doesn't have to be fine
She's ahead of the line
Doesn't have to be here too often
She's making a play
She's taking a sick day soon

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Spazzola - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Spazzola
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Patrick Charles, J. Grant, Jason Hunter, Clifford Smith, Elgin Evander Turner, Corey Woods

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Lyric:
Deadly medley part two
That's my word
It ain't safe no more, bitch

Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal
Hour of assassination be upon you
Movin' with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot
Red the head in, dapple light centered, east remains hot with police
But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic
Extended clip rewind, bust mine
Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions
Observe the magnetic attraction and it's time for some grid

Iron rap, action-packed grudge match
Tough act to follow, hard copy novel, throw you off the Verrazano
We swimmin' with these sharks, yo I rate bodyguard
Stamp my initial in your birthmark
P.L.O., bust like a calico, tally hoe
Black expo, Tecs in Afros, we back yo
It's Dolomite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device
Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights

Sight beyond sight, late night, city light
Tight like a virgin, mergin' with my A-Alikes
Splurgin', dirty to the grain, no detergent
Filthy, innocent until I'm proven guilty
Submergin', deeper in the lecture I'm servin'
Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
I'm hurtin' your person, I'm certain it's curtains

It ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music
You like it 'cause you choose it
Most DJ's won't refuse it
A lot of sucker MC's misuse it
Don't think that Wu can't lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This one is complete, it captures bass

Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts
Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 glocks
Technique of rhyme pop machine gun ammo
Sporadic flow buckled a foe, intro to outro
Calico, throw verse but slide my dough first
I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go bezerk
From the Shao' borough, whylin' out on the furlow
Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno

It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees
Heads are underseas down to the youngest seeds
Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze
Hundred G's for the Garden, them fans stampede
For the top cats, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast
Equipped to perform the task
S I N Y and what, head or gut?
The head rush will 'cause your cerebellum to bust

We be the world's most fabulous, hazardous to fuck with these ravenous
Killers get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets
Extravagant, jewel drop a helicopter high
Up into the sky, lines philosophize, I got stocks to buy
Watch my pockets rise to the bottom bust confide in God
In Sin I trust, the villainous, criminal minded killers rust
I intend to build and fortify in men
Mastermind rhymin', navigate the globe then retire quick

Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black ac'
Tackle that, ghetto tabernacles throw it in your lap
Slang A-K, national, geographical
Mathematical, slide up in your work casual
Nike Air Dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl
All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable

Rap mayors who clap Himalayas pinky fingers
Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers
Sly-workin', network bezerk, mad hurtin'
Killer whales, fucking up sales, crash Blooming dales
Masqevendo, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo
Fuck y'all niggaz carve my ice through your Benz window

It ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music
You like it 'cause you choose it
Most DJ's won't refuse it
A lot of sucker MC's misuse it
Don't think that Wu can't lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This one is complete, it captures bass

Spazzola, S I N Y 10304
Lock your doors, crack your jaws
Drop your drawers
It's all day everyday with this rap souflee

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World Machine - Lyrics - Level 42

Title: World Machine
Artist: Level 42
Composer(s): Mark King, M Lindup, W Badarou, Phillip Gould

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Lyric:
Some folks try to multiply
From sunrise to sunset
Leave behind more of their kind
So no one will forget

But that ain't where I'm coming from today
Those easy girls don't turn me on anyway
I wanna know where my pride has gone
The party's over, caught in a dream
Inside this world machine

Teachers teach and preachers preach
Of spiritual evolution
But this big I am from uncle Sham
Just adds to my confusion

I've seen his face, I've heard his song before
But I don't care what time he's on anymore
I must have been on the streets too long
The party's over, caught in a dream
Inside this world machine

I find myself outside your door
Trying to make it like before
But you don't follow what I say
And I can tell by your smile
You're no longer a child
That part of you was buried yesterday

Who knows why they come
And where they go
In this world machine?

It's the chosen fools who make the rules
That don't apply to me
With their fast-car games
And counter claims not my reality

And I don't know if I belong today
I don't know why my friends have gone away
I must have been on the streets too long
The party's over, caught in a dream
Inside this world machine

World machine, world machine
Don't knock the system
We'll knock some sense in you
Don't beat the system
There's nothing you can do, yeah, yeah

Don't knock the system
We'll knock some sense in you
Don't beat the system
There's nothing you can do

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