Something About Trains - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: Something About Trains
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
Something about trains
Something about love
Something about this old Earth
And the way it looks from up above

Something about satellites
Something about down below
Something about the hissing of that old steam iron
As you press your clothes

Beam it up, beam it down
Across the world from town to town
Most of the time when I'm walking the line
I'm looking at the ground

Every time I hear that whistle blowing
And every time I hear that old black crow
Every time I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soul

Something about love
When things go wrong
When you can't find the one that you love
You keep movin' on

You walk the lonely, lonely valley
You walk the line alone
But this old earth is always there
You don't feel so alone

Beam it up, beam it down
Across the world from town to town
Most of the time when I'm walking the line
I'm looking at the ground

But every time I hear that whistle blowing

But you wake up in the middle of the night
And a train whistle blows and a dog barks
And something's not quite right
And the cry is sent up from this earth
Into the silent sky

Beam it up, beam it down
Across the world from town to town
Most of the time when I'm walking the line
I'm looking at the ground

But every time I hear that whistle blowing
And every time I hear that old black crow
Every time I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soul

Something about trains and love
And the way this old earth looks tonight

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Bombs Up In My Face - Lyrics - This Delicate Thing We've Made - Darren Hayes

Title: Bombs Up In My Face
Album: This Delicate Thing We've Made
Artist: Darren Hayes
Composer(s): Darren Stanley Hayes, Justin George Shave

Lyric:
Everybody's beautiful
When they're young
And I should know
I've had more than my share of fun

There's all this fascination
With the impossibly thin
With the surface of things
Airbrush Photoshop creation

In all that we are losing
Aren't we just confusing
Youth with beauty
Truth with duty?

There's something on the telly 'bout North Korea
Some war broke out, don't trust the media
I'd like to get a suntan
Some dude was shot in Pakistan

The track's got noddage
Moves my boddage
The track's got noddage
Track's got noddage

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
They've got those bombs up in my face
Don't want to talk about it

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
They've got those bombs up in my face
Don't want to talk about it

I was walking through the city
Past a phone shop and a homeless man
Was lying there, looked almost dead
And no one seemed to bother

I ran into a rock 'n' roll band
Two or three of them, maybe four
This one punk just nineteen years old
He gave me his persuasion

He stared at me with his one black eye
Looked down on me like I didn't have a life
And he was right
At least not the kinda life he'd been paradin'

Same sex union
Change the constitution
You can carry a gun
But you better not fall in love with someone

The President who fucked the world
For every future boy and girl
Is golfing in Aruba
With a suntan and scuba

The track's got noddage
Moves my boddage
The track's got noddage
Moves my boddage

Moves my boddage
Moves my boddage
Moves my boddage
Moves my boddage

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
They've got those bombs up in my face
Don't want to talk about it

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
They've got those bombs up in my face
Don't want to talk about it

Now everybody dies or fades away
A permutation white and gray
A synergy of light and dust
And skin cells constantly aging

You fell in love with the dream
To fuck forever endlessly
But you don't, that's okay
The rest is better anyway

Botox bungle, CNN
Infomercial count to ten
Change the channel, VCR
Somethin' on my radar

The track's got noddage
Moves my boddage
The track's got noddage

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
They've got those bombs up in my face
Don't want to talk about it

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
They've got those bombs up in my face
Don't want to talk about it

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
They've got those bombs up in my face
Don't want to talk about it

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
They've got those bombs up in my face
Don't want to talk about it

They've got those bombs up in the planes
They've got those bombs up in the trains
Don't want to talk about it

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The Bird In The Gravel - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: The Bird In The Gravel
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
I was dreaming in the steam room
Everything was so clear for a minute
And I thought, and the dripping tiles and
And I said, ?I'll confess everything"

Yes, I own this land, I own these forests
Surrounding my, my estate
This is my tea coming
Everything I can, I confess

Bend now, I have the bend
The best I ever, place the tea just so
Then release and turn, oh no, not yet
Then release and turn, turn away then go

Better try again looking at me
He's wait 'til tomorrow, don't want him to know
Next time he orders tea, release and turn
Turn and limp away, turn and limp away

I was walking through the forest
On my break today
I had this funny feeling
Something was going to change

I was walking through the dry leaves
It was very strange
They hadn't changed their color

All the leaves were green
I don't mind when it's over
I don't mind when it's all done
It's just the moments in between

Just before it's gone
Something's going to happen
Something's going to change
I know, I know, I know

And when autumn comes, well, there's lots of work to do
Bill, that means you, time to clean the kettles
And the pots on the wall, pickling and preserving
All the vegetables, stop kicking the apples
Are we pickling this year? Yes, you know we are

And when autumn comes
Well, there's lots of work to do
Bill, that means you, time to get the twigs up
You know, all those stick things

Time to trim back the roses
So next year even more grow
Does it hurt them to do that?
Does it hurt them? No

And when autumn comes
Well, deliveries start to go
Here he is now, down into the valley
To the market he goes

Down along the tiny roads
That wind along the vineyards
And people lean on their rakes
And they say, ?Hello, hello, there Francesco
Francesco there, hello?

And those are my swans
Believe me, there's no light
And there isn't because it's so dark
Because it's so dark, because it's so dark

I was walking through the dry leaves
It was very strange
The leaves fell without changing
No yellows and no reds

Something's going to happen
Something's going to change
And just then as I looked up
I remembered what you said

I'm crying because I love you
I know that things must change
I can't be there when you leave
What if you're afraid?

You said, something about the leaving
The moments in between the yawning
When the world shifts
The clanging of the trains

And a dog sits up and growls
And a cow begins to bawl
And a nun nearby stops to listen
Cross herself and then move on

I was laughing in the forest
I fell down in the leaves
And I watched the trees above me
Crossing in the breeze

I love the bare branches
I love the healing bells
The bareness in the last sun
The greyness and the gold

And a flock of geese flew over
And I laughed harder still
I laughed 'til I was heaving
Then everything was still

Bend now, I have the bend
Place the tea just so
Then release and turn, oh, not yet
Turn away then go, better try again
He's looking at me, wait until tomorrow

Don't want him to know, next time, time he orders tea
Release and turn, turn and limp away
Limp away just go, turn away just go
Just go, just go, just go

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Os - Masquerade - Lyrics - K

Title: Os - Masquerade
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kevin Brereton, Russell Klyne

Lyric:
One two
See this?
Right here this is heat
Yo, yo, massive massive

There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade
When everything's alright
You know it's time for the writing wars
If it's just a masquerade

When I feel the way of my lost innocence
Looking for emotions that are fallacy
Everything is waiting on that dominance
Hoping for new opuses and alibis

And I'm with you, ohh
If I could starve from falling
And I bet you, ohh silenced the
Voices in your head but there's no place to go

There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade

I sit back with the microphone watchin' these MC's turn to actors
Producin' all the factors that flip life, into a masquerade
We like a bunch of mannequins battery operated, inoculated
With five sentences connect us to the Earth
Rich sinners since the days of my birth
For what it's worth, dissuaded love
I'm steadily spreadin' love over the beat down
Let's meditate and feel the heat now

Like beautiful rain, on the desert plain
'Cause the sun parch the ground on the weak sound
I break it down, to elements H2O
A place to go, that you can't escape the flow
Does not exist, I love the truth so I persist
Intelligent men? Or just Gorillas in the Mist
Clenchin' a black fist, for the size of dollar bill
I leave the space so you can think about it now so just chill

There's something
There's something deep in
There's something
There's something deep inside
That's telling you that love's so much more
This is just a masquerade
When everything's alright
You know it's time for the writing wars
If it's just a masquerade

Black shit, ration, tryin' to step up
But they can't even cash it, kick that shit

{First saved message
In this venture, nothing gained, I've only just touched the surface
Once nervous, when writing for a worthless purpose
It was once more than this, before the heart left the beat
The soul left the speech, I'm still trying to reach
My niche, and teach the love again inside the hate of a present day
Got stepped after, being genuine we're swept away}

{Before the importance of diamonds, bells
And a platinum place, fallen from grace
Not my campus with another trace
Of the same thing I came in, this thing is worth saving
Standing in the pockets holding tongues of what I'm saying
Blaming myself only for supporting what they're playing}

{I may peek through the storm, but now it's raining
Unchanging of late, it's hard to be creative
Although creating is native to me, I tried to be
Even patience couldn't save it, from the days of pages
They couldn't believe I would say this
No longer without wings, Kamau is what my name is}

{Too many undermine, what I underline
Placing my poetry underneath their making of rhymes
It was a creation of frustration
Brown bricks or blank slates
Subway trains and cardboard bound with masking tape
It was the sound of the evening, the way the day grew late
Words tumble from lungs over my tongue
And gave a new taste to my fate}

{It doesn't even matter how the chatter would paint us
With love on our side they could barely stand against us
Um, what up? Uh Kheaven, what's goin' down?
Um I got your message, and uh yeah
Basically call me back and tell me
Sorry about the length of the message, but you know
You feelin' it? Aight man peace
End of message}

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Trucks And Trains - Lyrics - Alkaline Trio

Title: Trucks And Trains
Artist: Alkaline Trio
Composer(s): Daniel Michael Andriano, Mike Felumlee, Matthew Thomas Skiba

Lyric:
These days go by like trucks and trains
Some hit so hard you barely feel a thing
Lights out right now back then and forevermore
Lights out left now this robot's marching to the nearest liquor store

There's something green that's leaving town
Always thought it was blue, always knew I was wrong
Where it goes hell knows maybe somewhere better than here

And what they say of the grass on the other side's true
Too much time looking up's turning everything blue
Including me, including you, including you

These times count down like boats and planes
Some wash away with undertow, some plummet down in flames
Lights out right now back then and forevermore
With sirens on this ambulance is racing to the west coast shore

There's something blue that's leaving town
We talked about black we're considering brown
Where it goes hell knows maybe somewhere better than here

And what they say of the grass on the other side's true
Too much time looking up's turning everything blue
Including me, including the ocean, including you

Feel the ocean blue engulfing you
I view the deep blue sea
It's turning red right in front of me

There's something gray that's leaving town
It's way beyond me, how it gets off the ground
Where it goes hell knows maybe somewhere better than here

And what they say of the grass on the other side's true
Too much time looking up's turning everything blue
Including me, including the pilots, including you

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Nothing Left To Lose - Lyrics - Nothing Left to Lose - Mat Kearney

Title: Nothing Left To Lose
Album: Nothing Left to Lose
Artist: Mat Kearney
Composer(s): Mathew Kearney

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Lyric:
Something?s in the air tonight
The sky's alive with a burning light
You can mark my words something's about to break

And I found myself in a bitter fight
While I?ve held your hand through the darkest night
Don't know where you?re coming from but you?re coming soon

To a kid from Oregon by way of California
All of this is more than I've ever known or seen

Come on and we'll sing like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on and we'll try one last time
I'm off of the floor, one more time to find you

And here we go, there's nothing left to choose
And here we go, there's nothing left to lose

So I packed my car and headed east
Where I felt your fire and a sweet release
There's a fire in these hills that?s coming down

And I don't know much but I found you here
And I cannot wait another year
Don't know where you?re coming from but you?re coming soon

To a kid from Oregon by way of California
All of this is more than I?ve ever known or seen

Come on and we'll sing like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on and we'll try one last time
I'm off of the floor one more time to find you

And here we go, there's nothing left to choose
And here we go, there's nothing left to lose

And I can still hear the trains out my window
From Hobart Street to here in Nashville
I can still smell the pomegranates grow
And I don't know how hard this wind will blow
Or where we'll go

Come on and we'll sing like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on and we'll try one last time
I'm off of the floor one more time to find you

Come on and we'll sing like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on and we'll try one last time
I'm off of the floor one more time to find you

Come on and we'll sing like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
And here we go, there's nothing left to choose
And here we go, there's nothing left to lose

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Prove Something - Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

Title: Prove Something
Album: Loyalty
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): M Valenzano, Douglas Edwards, David Richardson, Joseph Cartagena, A Lyons

Lyric:
Cool it Dre, oh God
Yeah, got that gangsta, gangsta, gully, gully
Yeah, big business, Joe crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX Boro, holdin' down to the death
It's nothin' realer than this you heard, uh what, huh

It's like I'm always out to prove somethin'
Every time I stop on the block
I set up shop and try to move somethin'
And I'm talkin' about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds

Can tell by the scar on my neck
I spar with the best
Joey boombay-ay, hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right, I don't know why I bother
Y'all not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is like

And he can get it too
But I let him die slow death I probably just collectin' his food
I'm deadin' ya crew
To tell ya the truth we not stoppin'
I'm like lil' lease from B-street man I keep poppin'

The streets knockin' my shit, the D's watchin' my shift
We can do this however, east glock or the fifth
I leave you chumps to frame, right where you standin'
Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom

It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
It's the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit

It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
It's the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit

It's the killa kid from the Bronx
Holdin' down to the death
You can hear the squad comin'
By the sound of the techs

A hundred rounds in a sec
Leave you on front page
You would think I was down with the ROC
The way I just blazed

I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see Shyne released
This Hip Hop shit is unjust, who you gon' trust
When most of these record label execs is dumb fucks

I keep a gun tuck under my belly
Only nigga on the island makin' calls from the celly
We watchin' belly on the DV, 60 inch TV
Flat shit attach to the back of the CP

This game need me, I'm like Gotti once I'm gone
All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women, run a game for the puddin'
It's all the same, still runnin' trains with my hoodmen

A bunch of goodmen, but don't get it confused
We like Dinero in heat nigga, nothin' to loose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Don't make us reneact
'Cuz I rather be layed up in [incomprehensible] with a featured actress

It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
It's the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit

It's the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
It's the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit

Yea, hell yea, uh, brought to you
By the realest motherfuckers in this game
The infamous Terror Squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
Real G's ha, ha, come on, woo, uh
Ton' Montana rest in peace forever, never forget, Big Pun

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You Are Not Needed Now - Lyrics - Townes Van Zandt

Title: You Are Not Needed Now
Artist: Townes Van Zandt
Composer(s): Townes Van Zandt

Lyric:
Well, the birds were talking all at once
And the old man moving down his lawn
He didn't look like much too bad a guy
And I was thinkin' hang on, man, something's wrong
Your blues they do seems to be gone
Heaven ain't bad but you don't get nothing done

Lay down your head a while
You are not needed now, you are not needed now

Well, Allison laid a hex on me
And every time I turn around
It's swimming through the air above my bed
I told Miss Higgs and she said fine
As long as you're back in your room on time
I keep you clean and the girls will keep you fed

Lay down your head with mine
You are not needed now and we got things to do

Well between the blankets made of wool
The trains go by every half an hour
And the body can get no restin' done, that's true
So I spend my time as best I can
Thinkin' big and making plans
And wondering where them trains are rolling to

Lay down your head poor boy
Feel how the ground does move and hear how them drivers sing

Well, goodbye friends, it's time to close
Everybody knows that's the way it goes
And where was it you lived in case I'm ever there
Well, three doors down and two behind
And it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes
Don't let it fool you into thinkin' you down care

Lay down your head and fly
And I'll quietly pass you by you won't even see me go

Well if I thought about it long enough
I just might make some kind of move
Watchful lies are too hard on the soul
With the smoke house just across the way
And it's fog upon the light of day
That would be hard but comin' up with where to go

Lay down your head poor boy
And feel how the ground does move, hear how them drivers sing
And what now, my darling one, go find a little fun
You are not needed now

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Buses And Trains - Lyrics - Bachelor Girl

Title: Buses And Trains
Artist: Bachelor Girl
Composer(s): James Roche

Lyric:
Hey Mom, why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you teach me a thing or two?
You just let me go out into the world
You never thought to share what you knew

So I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good I want to do it again

Hey Mom, why didn't you warn me?
'Cause about boys is something I should have known
They're like chocolate cake, like cigarettes
I know they're bad for me but I just can't leave 'em alone

So I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good I want to do it again

I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train
And it felt so good I want to do it again
I wanna do it again, I wanna do it again
Oh, it felt so good

Hey Mom, since we're talking
What was it like when you were young?
Has the world changed or is it still the same?
A man can kill and still be the sweetest thing

I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane
And I felt so good I want to do it again

Under a bus, I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good I want to do it again

Under a bus, hit by a train
And it felt so good I want to do it again

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Gunbarrel Highway - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Gunbarrel Highway
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Peter Roberts Garrett, Peter Gifford, Robert George Hirst, James Paul Moginie, Martin Rotsey

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Lyric:
I'll give you something to write home about
And I'll take you somewhere, show you around
We burnt all the cars that laid down and died
We burnt all the trees to keep us alive
Sat 'round the fire, sang like a choir
With the ashes of civilization in our eyes

I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway

Far off, a dull radio beats for the young uninvolved
The meaning's a football
A stick and a can and a Kakadu man

Will the speaker speak up or the talker talk down?
The world is no oyster and here in this town
Shit falls like rain on a world that is brown

I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I come alive and the children will sing as the
Satellite swings down that highway

Nothing could be longer than that corrugated road
No ever follows where the road trains go
And no where in the country do the dust storms blow so hard
So hard

I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I hear the sound, it's the wheels as they drive
And the cultures collide on that highway
Ah, it's a hard day, the children will sing as the
Satellite swings down that highway

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Hold Me Down - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Hold Me Down
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Dylan John, Lynese Wiley, Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Fredderick Watson

Lyric:
Yeah, Brooklyn, New York, stay focused
It's ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady
Diddy, I see you, baby

Y'all niggaz done met ya match
I'm somethin' like a pimp you bust I bust back
I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey
My stomach stay flat baby, mothers don't like me, huh

Chicks this heated then I give 'em my ice see
I'm the knockout queen y'all hoes don't wanna fight me
Sexy, brown skin complexion
Concealed in my purse it's a deadly weapon, yeah

I don't pay for nothin' at all
I even get free dutches at the corner store
Shot caller dudes stop as soon as I speak
Babs Bunny the black jet queen of the week, huh

I'm fire just what the thugs desire
Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah
When I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their tires
Got every club promoter passin' me flyers

I'm in there V.I.P. a sure night
With a bottle of haze, my weave is so tight
I'm ready for some action, hands in the air
Crystal over here in the club no beer

Stuntin' bad girl, I do it for nothin'
Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button
Babs repeat it I'm something that the rap game needed
Thorough bread plus I stay weeded

All I need from you is your word that when I come to the stai
You gon hold me down 'cause when you come to M.I.
I'm gon hold you down, you know it's Freddy P
Te hit man of the band, y'all know how I'm doing it now, shit

I'm in and out them magazines back to the TV shows
Attendin' business meetings with a 40's and my dirty flows
Everyday's an episode all because them episodes
Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows

Everyday like valentine, how I keep it rollin'?
Never made a dime from rap yet
I thank them people no my people don't believe it though
Someone has been leavin' those words sayin' cold

You think I don't know you serving Coke
'Cause you ain't a dude alive that couldn't carry their Coke
So it must be them freakin' po po's I hope they better pray
They don't run up wrong or your momma gonna be singin that song

What you say Freddy P ya heard me, it's Lord Chopper City
Ya heard me, your little brother ya heard me
I representin' the band ya dig to the death
New Orleans the third ward Magnolia

Let me catch a nigga bootin' up I'ma be like what's hap nigga
I crush bones and ain't a mothafuckin' fat nigga
You know what type of shit I'm on I let the Mack hit ya
You cant box my squad, our left jabs quicka

Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us
All my sistas, I promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya
You know what I'm sayin', we see them ninjas
Hoppin' off of them Ducatis choppin' you down like timber

You can try to stop me, I will injure
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
I'm a bad boy guerrilla making millionaire figures
Chopper City 'bout to dis ya, I can paint you a picture

Hey yo, Chopper man I dig you like the fuckin' shovel man
Its E Ness the enforcer from the band man
We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog
It's real, it's about to go down like this ay yo

Puffin' on sour deezy's you know it ain't illegal
And I never been to Iraq but packin' desert eagles I mean
Call me a liar but the fires back
Bad Boy empire is where the fires at

I got the Sean John truck with the tires to match
The whole hood on fire the wires tapped
Okay this part of the deal, bounty huntas all on my heels
Lookin' for me huh somewhere in the Ville

I takes planes trains, automobiles, boats
Overseas passport to Brazil
Survival of the fittest, nigga I talk it I live it
Gotta crawl before you walk any nigga can get it

All dance for the family ya know Elliott ness, me
I hold it down til dead before dishonor trust, what me
Tell ya Dylan Dillinger, join the family all West Indian
I for, lemme see some lighters now, call you

Ya me, me in a band which is poor in need
Ya must see, man a don, nah me no blood clot be
She see me, shot ya eye out, you no see, see, see, see
Little more me have to wild out with set she see, see

She check all of me guns, she plottin' theify theify
Me have a half a pint fa your an Eagle eye if she need it
Check the people like some mortars are
Rule the people with me gun like Moses rule 'em rod

Bumba clot enough ta move ya and them Ouija
Man I righteous hearted, [Incomprehensible]
Pull the burn out me trunky, pistol pack the fassey
Shots every area, foes will no like me why

Them new Jordan and new Nike
My glocks come out when it's time fa ya bashee
Ask dem ya gonna see da band is me family
If ya disrespect ya fi never feel mornin'

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Bill Mccai - Lyrics - The Coral

Title: Bill Mccai
Artist: The Coral
Composer(s): Lee Southall, William Ryder-Jones, James Skelly, Ian Skelly, Paul Duffy, Nicholas Power

Lyric:
Family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and Walter

Now those days so far away
An empty swing where he once played
Now he's gone so fat and bald
He never thought that he'd grow old

An' everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and he thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again

Sales job it gets him down
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopedic backs
Documents and labeled racks

His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
I'm waiting for the meter man

An' everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and he thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
Take it away Bill

He could be that boy again

Another day, another gin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
His happy smile seems out of place

Family gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on the new telly
A news flash came then it said
Bill McCai was just found dead

No more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy again

And we say
Bye, bye Bill McCai
Bye, bye Bill McCai
Bye, bye Bill McCai

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Inmates (We'Re All Crazy) - Lyrics - From The Inside - Alice Cooper

Title: Inmates (We'Re All Crazy)
Album: From The Inside
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Alice Cooper, Dick Wagner, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
It's not like we did something wrong
We just burned down the church
While the choir within
Sang religious songs

And it's not like we thought we was right
We just played with the wheels
Of a passenger train
That cracked on the tracks one night

It's not like we ain't on the ball
We just talk to our shrinks
Huh, they talk to their shrinks
No wonder, we're up the wall

We're not stupid or dumb
We're the lunatic fringe
Who rusted the hinge
On Uncle Sam's daughters and sons

Good old boys and girls
Congregating, waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine, playing with trains

Good old boys and girls
Congregating, waiting in some other world
We're all crazy, we're all crazy
We're all crazy

Lizzy Borden took an axe
And gave her mother forty whacks

And don't think we're trying to be bad
All the innocent crime
Seemed alright at the time
Not necessarily mad, not necessarily mad

We watch every day for the bus
And the driver would say
That's where lunatics stay
I wonder if he's talking about us

It's not like we're vicious or gone, no
We just dug up the graves
Where your relatives lay
In old forest lawn

And it's not like we don't know the score
We're the fragile elite
They dragged off the street
I guess they just couldn't take us no more

Good old boys and girls
Congregating, waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine, digging up graves

Good old boys and girls
Congregating, waiting in some other world
We're all crazy, we're all crazy
We're all crazy

We're all crazy, we're all crazy
We're all crazy
We're all crazy, we're all crazy
We're all crazy

We're all crazy, we're all crazy
We're all crazy
We're all crazy, we're all crazy
We're all crazy

We're all crazy, we're all crazy
We're all crazy
We're all crazy, we're all crazy
We're all crazy

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