The House At The Top Of The Tree - Lyrics - They Might Be Giants

Title: The House At The Top Of The Tree
Artist: They Might Be Giants
Composer(s): John S. Linnell, John C. Flansburgh

Lyric:
There's a house at the top of a tree
There's a house at the top of a tree
In the house there's a room
In the room there's a chair
And sitting in the chair is you

There's a nose at the end of a snout of a dog
With his head out the window of a car
That's driving away from the tree

And at the top of a tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room
And in the room there's a chair
And in the chair is you

There's a plan to eat the house
In the mind of a mouse in the woods
And the mouse in the woods has a smell that's detected
By the nose at the end of a snout of a dog
And the dog has his head out the window of a car
And the car is driving away from the tree

And at the top of a tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room
And in the room there's a chair
And in the chair is you

There are no more potato chips left
In the empty bag in your hand
And the crumpling sound of the empty bag
Makes the mice get mad and when the mice get mad
It leads to a plan to eat the house

And the plan's in the mind of the mouse in the woods
And the mouse in the woods has a smell that's detected
By the nose at the end of a snout of a dog
And the dog has his head out the window of a car
And the car is driving away from the tree

And at the top of a tree there's a house
And in the house there's a room
And in the room there's a chair
And in the chair is you

And the reason there are no more chips
In the empty bag in your hand
Is that the crumpling sound of the empty bag
Makes the mice get mad which leads to a plan to eat the house

But just in time the dog arrives to give to the mouse
The potato chips that you took from the bag
And gave to the dog to deliver to the mouse
So the mouse would not eat you

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One For The Road - Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

Title: One For The Road
Album: Fine Malt
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): E Schrody, L Dimant, L Muggerud

Lyric:
Check it out, everybody in the house, check it out
The House of Pain is in full effect

Call me the corn fed, pecker wood, redneck cracker
White bread, shit kickin', Irish beat jacker
Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel
Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil
But that's just because they don't know what I know
And that's just because they can't flow like I flow
I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say
Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay

And knock your motherfucking fronts out
Smoke my Philly blunts out, my Buddha never runs out
I turn the little scunts out
And I got the hookers callin' me pops
Once their cherry pops, ever last gets all the props
I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen
I bed the wenches 'cause you know I'm a pagan
The House of Pain, that's the name of my crew

You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do
Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin'
You need to start puffin' and relax
Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed
For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho
My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show

Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house
I said mickey mouse, you know he's in the house

One for the road, this is one for a road
For my man Matt champ, this is one for the road
Tura lura lura, tura lura lie
Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby
No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night

The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight
Step up, your blood, I spill it
Put on the beat, I kill it
I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet
Move over sizzlean, my favorite color's green
But I'll beat ya black and blue, 'cause I'm always with my crew

Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house
I said mickey mouse, you know he's in the house
Mickey mouse, you know he's in the house
I said mickey mouse, you know he's in the house

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The Cat Loves The Mouse - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: The Cat Loves The Mouse
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
We?ve come a long way from the cave
What, you started to shave?
Now we know just how to behave
Since chivalry decided to bathe

And as the skirts we wore were increasingly high
Till the hem was just a cloud in the sky
And the chat up lines got increasingly fly
As the truth bought a suit and a tie

The cat loves the mouse, the mouse loves the cheese
The bees love the birds, the birds love those bees
The bee loves that honey, so honey, please
Why are we so different to these?

So when I?m old and I?m gray, you know, you already are
When I?m overweight, you know, you already are
If I?ve overstayed my welcome by a day
Just feel free to say, you know, I already have

And as the skirts we wore were increasingly high
Till the hem was just a cloud in the sky
And the chat up lines got increasingly fly
As the truth bought a suit and a tie

The cat chases bird to the top of the tree
The dog chases postman to the end of the street
The postman he chases every girl that he meets
So why are we so different to these?

I?ve been your bird, I?ve been your bitch
I?ve been whatever B you ever wished
I?ve been your cat, I?ve been your chick
I?ve been which ever C you thought to pick

I?ve been your bat, I?ve been your cow
I?ve been whichever B and C that you?d allow
I?ve been your dog, your dragon and your duck
I?ve been whatever D you thought was cool to fuck

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Mince Meat - Lyrics - Danger Doom

Title: Mince Meat
Artist: Danger Doom
Composer(s): Brian Joseph Burton, Daniel Dumile Thompson

Lyric:
The villain ain't rhymin' off cred alone
Let him get some cognac, a mic and a headphone
Smoke the mirrors, caught her in the mix
Couldn't read the shorthand for mortars and bricks

If any negative thought linger, he let it vent
Wrote this one with his middle finger in wet cement
Did it on the sly

Before he's gone bye bye, spit it on the fly
Brush your teeth, rinse and gargle
A true nerd who messed with new words since Boggle
And used slang in scrabble

Rhymed with a Northern drawl, twang and babble
Flossy pen jargon to break the world record
Do a Faustian bargain and tape the girl naked
More spots than a leopard

Then he had to stop, the block was hot peppered
Shepherd, leading the sheeps out to slaughter
Kept your soul and repped it, every time he saw ya
Tryin' to douse a pinch of weed in a frat street house

I'll make mince meat out of that mouse
(Beat)

Welcome to the show
Remember whatever you do, do not boo the flow
Schooled the dumb on the number one rule of thumb
What a fool, still you never met a cooler bum

Give the drummer some rum, I'm sure he could use a shot
Just to get his cues hot, ensure he don't lose his spot
A stranger who speaks to you vocal
Danger made the beat get a freak to do the boggle

No bull, everything he wanted they grabbed and took
Whole lab looked like an ill left jab and hook
Even had a secretary to take the calls
Shake it and make it fall, I told her don't break my balls

Wherever Mouse go, trouble follows
The bounty on this pro was mills and, 'Double dollars'
Vil's spills muddled flows that befuddle scholars
Thick Buffalo girl with the bubble hollars

She rocked leather and gold, a fat blouse
And need a brother with soul to let her cat out
Even if the rat couldn't compete with Kraus

I'll make mince meat out of that mouse

Tap ya toe, grime and strapped for dough
Rap for show, to let the whippersnappers know
Sucks to be them, now pass that loot
Up under the tux he wore a hazmat suit

Sounded like froggy, sip the groggiest of potions
Be up in the party with the foggiest of notions
On the list of lobbyists who save the oceans
Gave his donation to the lady with the lotions

Swoll hand itchin' the old man bitchin'
Switchin' with the fan with the gold band twitchin'
Spittin' like a bionic sneeze that freeze vodka
Just to clear the air like the Ionic Breeze Quadra

Sleek enough to out sly a fox
For a chicken pot pie, thinkin' outside the box
Enough to taste her goody

But got no time to be wastin' chasin' putty
Out for Daffy Duck bucks, Porky Pig paper
Bugs Bunny money or Sylvester Cat caper
Offer DAT tape of rap, country or deep house and

I'll make mince meat out of that mouse
(Beat)

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Ghetto Cartoon - Lyrics - It Takes A Thief - Coolio

Title: Ghetto Cartoon
Album: It Takes A Thief
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis Ivey, Terrell Winn, F Terrem, Autry Dewalt, Harvey Fuqua, Wayne Woods

Lyric:
Once upon a time in a land called Fuck
Lived a duck named Donald and his mother was a cluck
Mickey Mouse wore a rag, pants in a sag
Neighborhood kingpin, but his brother was a fag
Donald had beef, so Mickey couldn't sleep
They was hootin' for a while, and it was gettin' kinda deep
Bugs Bunny had the props on the east side spots
Known to hit a five from a mile with a glock

Goofy was Mickey Mouse right hand man
One day he smoked a stick, and came up with a plan
Called Pixie and Dixie, two killers from Chicago
And gave 'em 5K, to eliminate Donald
But what they didn't know, is Donald was a G
Had big time respect, from the West to the East
Have yo ass a seat, and listen to the funk
First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto

Huey and Dewy and Louie with a Uzi
Shot down Mickey Mouse main ho Minnie
Everybody know Minnie got shot down
And the cop on the case was Huckleberry Hound
Huckleberry had a deputy, by the name of Dog
Eye-witness to the crime was Kermit the Frog
But Kermit was scared and he wouldn't testify
Pixie and Dixie just did a drive by

On Donald Duck, but they shot and they missed
And now Bugs Bunny is gettin' kind of pissed
'Cause the shot that they missed hit his homeboy
Elmer-Fudd sellin' Bud on the motherfuckin' corner
The future's lookin' shitty in Fuck City
So they called in the Feds, Beetlejuice and Miss Piggy
Niggas on the street, know that's how it goes
Scene two in the funky cartoon from the ghetto

Now the war is on and Mickey Mouse is dead
Quick Draw McGraw took two to the head
Huey and Dewy and Louie got caught
And now they in the county, ready to sell out
Pixie and Dixie's on the run from the mob
'Cause they tried to kill Donald and they didn't do the job
Bugs Bunny got popped, in a bar gettin' drunk
Pulled a glock on Beetlejuice, but Miss Piggy had a pump

Donald got the word that his nephews was snitchin'
So Tom and Jerry stuck 'em on they way to the kitchen
Goofy was a punk and everybody knew
Him and Huckleberry Hound was spotted drinkin' brew
In the alley out back, in the corner in the dark
But they both got smoked by Jabberjaw the Shark
Donald Duck got the whole damn city sewed up
In a ghetto cartoon in a land called Fuck

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Man Or Mouse - Lyrics - Home From Home - Millencolin

Title: Man Or Mouse
Album: Home From Home
Artist: Millencolin
Composer(s): Mathias Lars Ake Farm, Frederik Larson, Erik Ohlsson, Nikola Sarcevic

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I hate myself when going
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hear me, I sound like a beetle
I get cold feet when the pressure is on
You can't see me 'coz I'm lost like a needle
In a haystack yeah I'm almost gone
Like a mouse follows the flute
Or like a mute who can't dispute, I fall in line with you

Mouse more than man, yes I am
You know I wanna say no and just stick to my own plan
Mouse more than man, yes I am
'Coz yet I go with the flow

See me as a chameleon, a cheap shot
I change my cast for anybody's best
But I'm not free I feel more like a robot
That is programmed to suit the rest
So, whatever you want I'll do
Whenever you want me to I will agree with you

Mouse more than man, yes I am
You know I wanna say no and just stick to my own plan
Mouse more than man, yes I am
'Coz yet I go with the flow

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I hate myself when going
Yeah, yeah, yeah

No more sound like a beetle
Those cold feet are for yesterday
No more getting the needle
I cannot care about what others say

Mouse more than man, yes I am
You know I wanna say no and just stick to my own plan
Mouse more than man, yes I am
'Coz yet I go with the flow before the shit hits the fan

Mouse more than man, yes I am
You know I wanna say no and just stick to my own plan
Mouse more than man, yes I am
'Coz yet I go with the flow

Yeah, yeah, yeah
This is my last time going
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Hurricane - Lyrics - Desire - Bob Dylan

Title: Hurricane
Album: Desire
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Jacques Levy, Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Pistol shots ring out in the bar-room night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see
And another man named Bello movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand"

"I saw them leavin'", he says and he stops
One of us said, "Better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middle-weight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're Black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middle-weights
Jumped into a white car without of state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary and though this man could hardly see
They told him, he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin', and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Why'd you bring him in here for he ain't the guy"

Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for somebody to blame

Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remembered you said you saw the get away car
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might've been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are White

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
The cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We've got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow"

You'll be doin' society a favor
That son of a bitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
"It's my work", he'd say "And I do it for a pay
And when it's over just as soon go on my way"

Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along the trail
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the White folks who watched, he was a revolutionary bum

And to the Black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all White jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder "One" guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed
To live in a land where justice is a game

Now, all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink Martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

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Hurricane - Lyrics - Swing Set - Ani Difranco

Title: Hurricane
Album: Swing Set
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Jacques Levy, Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the hurricane
The man, the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see?
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand

I saw them leavin'" he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy"

Yes, here's the story of the hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for somebody to blame

"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

That's the story of the hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

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Tough Shit Mickey - Lyrics - Conflict

Title: Tough Shit Mickey
Artist: Conflict
Composer(s): Colin Jerwood

Lyric:
Mother nature smiles and cracks a new days dawn
Most people on the earth are sleeping comfortably and warm
Out in the fields and pastures it's another new day too
One without the war and hatred that is known by me and you

A shriek disturbs the peacefulness, the cat's just killed a mouse
The mother says with feeling as she looks out from the house
It's breakfast time, the clock strikes nine, ham, bacon, one egg or two?
What a shame about that mouse, what's for tea tonight, lamb stew?

Well, there's things to do, so the family divides in separate ways
Father works to earn the keep, he's a butcher and well paid
The daughters go to riding school ,mother washes up the crap
One son plays with soldiers, the other aggravates the cat

Back out in the fields, a different story's taking place
Foxes cower with their cubs to escape the human race
Rabbits run for life, deer take cover in the trees
The mother sighs with disbelief, then prepares the meat

Think what you're doing the systems set to ruin
The life not the profit we've got to fucking stop it

Because before too long there will nothing left alive
Not a creature on the land or sea, a bird in the sky
They'll be shot, harpooned, eaten and hunted too much
Vivisected by the clever men who prove that there's no such

Thing as a fair world with live and let live
The royal family go hunting, what an example to give
To the people they lead and that don't include me
I've seen enough pain and torture of those who can't speak

So I'm gonna speak for them in an all out attack
And if someone tries to whip me then I will fucking whip them back
Because I have had enough of this madness in those theaters of hell
Enough of them hounding the fox to the kill

Of baby seals being clubbed, their mothers cut up
They satisfy their greed, their wealth's built on blood
Of their slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mind
The gas chamber of the farm life, the end of the line

It's a shame about that mouse

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Def Jam In The Motherland - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Def Jam In The Motherland
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Brian Latture, D Simon, James T Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, checkin' 'em out
Special shout-out, keepin' on
Check it out y'all, my man in the house

Corkunrun absolute killer of all
Take her blood, bouncin' heads like balls
Murderer, somethin' mutilater of Amiga
I get ill, so blood spills, everytime I speak
Drivin' Bombs that inveterate your ego
Suckers all weird, no let the best go migo
They talk and talk, I invade and take over
Forget Mako, you gonna need a make-over
I'm ferocious, animalistic, an animal
On the mic - I'm a cannibal
I eat livers, hearts, legs and arms
They crown me the King of doin' nothin' but harm
I'm two with the Universe and I'ma make you
Diverse, make I kill quick, so you'll win from crew to hers
I'ma Titan, keepin' you frightened
I went to the Motherland, so now I'm enlightened
There's a

Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland
It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland

For bow-take to far cynical of Egypt
Cool J I'm slay and I'm fully equipped
To decapatate, amputate and take titles
The legend of leather, I'ma real live idol
Damn I take souls, condemn we men
And make microphones men again and again
Cause, I'm blood thirsty watch and try to curse me
You'll lose the battle even if you out re-hearsed me
I'ma rip holes watch heads roll, like a mole
When I'm strollin' with my neck on a goal
My battles' like a blackout, you can't back out
Only difference, no time to feel a track out
It's a

Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland
It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland

So come forward, admit you're guilty
Admit that your thoughts of New Jack killed me
Admit you were sleepin' on the skills of L
Now know that I handle mine, very well
I burn buildings, eat emcee's
Smack DJ's and tell the seated girls please
They try to jam hard, but I'ma fan God
And they could never get a piece of the man Todd
King Posse ruler and high roller
You losin' it son, your games' gettin' colder
It's a

Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland
It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland

I'm a Monar, the Warlord of life
The eliminator, and I'ma score tonight
Somethin' like Murley, but it goes much deeper
Now just another rapper with a chain and a beeper
One sample is ample, four emcees'll get trampled
Bein' absent from God, I'ma give you sample
My vocabulary's legendary, my rumpy your temporary
So what your name in the bituary
Step back the conquerer spreads his wings
Kindergarten rappers, I'm back to change things
I rock the clearest, one hell of a learer
Since I can't miss and I'm kinda like a chemist
When I put a potion together it's splendid and fatal
You can never make a move on me cause you're still premado
Grip the mic tight sometimes I get calasis
And when I'm through you face baralysis
I'm gettin' thinner, watch me eat dinner
I'm down to skinner beginner to be a winner
It's a

Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland
It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland

Who gets the roughest, you know the answer
You're a dandelion, I'm a panther
When I pick up the mic, as my fist see mo'
King of Rackadochio, I'm magnifigo
When I rock, hearts roll on and walk bad
Cause I know it's makes the face-sucker-ducks mad
I came back to smack wifes and pull cards
Introducin' the original Todd
Just like a bloodhound but I got this spellbound
Your rhymes are snowbound and I can throwdown
I'm like a thundercloud, I drop heavy
Hold steady, get ready, your petti confetti
Techniques and styles - they ain't ready
Ah, ah, yeah - full of horsepower and I'ma devour
Stay clean when I scream you're soft las cauliflower
I set the track and record you like a brown mouse
Then flick and do a Bruce Lee 'roundhouse
No threat exist, no man can stand
Say mic check and expect to take the man

Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland
It's a Def Jam in the Motherland, Def Jam in the Motherland
Def Jam in the Motherland, in the Motherland

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The Ballad Of Skip Wiley - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: The Ballad Of Skip Wiley
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jay Oliver, Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Russ Kunkel, Peter Hagen Mayer

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Lyric:
He's a man on a mission
Wild as a ricochet
Picture if you can when the Everglades ran
From the Gulf Coast to Biscayne Bay

He's gonna give it back to the gators
Lock the tourists up in theme parks and zoos
He says, "Join me for lunch at the reptile's brunch
Where the barometer soup is you"

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist

You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can shoplift all day at Blockbuster
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen

That's unthinkable in the state of Florida
What would the Chamber of Commerce say
This man is sick
Yeah

There were crimes of epic proportions
All part of Skip Wiley's crusade
Tourists were cackin' and tourists were packin'
While he and Skink cooled their heels in the shade

Then came the citrus sensation
"Welcome to the revolution", He said
With a pirates persona he snatched the gridiron Madonna
And the day grovers called for his head

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist

You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can rag on the Miami Dolphins
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, no, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen

Well, Skip's caper it kinda backfired
Got the orange juice barons rather upset
In the light of bad moves these manhunts ensued
Skip easily slipped through the net

He was last seen atop of a mangrove
Perched like a wounded osprey
He was not meant to last, he belongs to the past
And I hope he gets there one day

He's crazy and dangerous
But who else can you trust
He's the outlaw in all of us
The environmental terrorist

You can mess with that mouse in Orlando
Jilt a tourist in St. Augustine
You can shoplift your days at Blockbuster
But you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
No, you can't steal the Orange Bowl Queen
That's right

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Trapped On The Dance Floor - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: Trapped On The Dance Floor
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Marston E. Freeman, J Mccall, C Abrahms, Willard C. Smith, Don Abrams, Jeffrey Townes, S Crudup

Lyric:
You're trapped on the dance floor
It's locked, there's no escape
There's no eat, no drink, can't take a break
No seat to sit down, you gotta stand up

The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
You're in a cage and this groove will bound you
People in the club like bars around you
The doors open up and the people are boarding

Here are the prisoners, the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless, instinct takes control
Jam to techno, groove to soul to soul
You been arrested, now you're being tested

The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested
Stead drum kicks like pistol in spinal
You gotta dance and get round like a Rhino
The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery

Sayin' that the slice ain't nice that's perjury
The music infiltrates you, mutates you
Grabs you, holds you, moulds you and let you
Do things you wouldn't-a otherwise done

Like shake, rattle, roll, pump, twist and then some
Ain't no law here, you can't protest this
Stop looking around, it ain't no oasis
You can't leave till the man pulls the needle

Take that as a warning
Take heed or I'll quicken the pitch and make you dance faster
The drum is the whip, bass line is the master
The temperature's a 100 and yet you still want more
You're a slave and you're trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Now you're wondering lost in a jungle
You came in hyped up but now you're humble
Bringing out sweat in your silky wet clothes
You scream for help, blend in with the [unverified] and hoes

You try to sit but there ain't no spaces
The floor is a desert, a party oasis
I know you're on the tip for the rhyme I just did
And here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid

Ay a Prince it's the El Sid's version
I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon
The floor is jam-packed get away from the bar scene
The strum of the drum has you trapped like a sardine

You try to move no form of escape
The heat brings on sweat, stick on like tape
Party's like a [unverified]
Girls slim and trim on the floor, don't try to shoot for the door

This ain't the gym
The party goers every night had a scene
This mic try to respond but still trapped like in Venus
Ain't a spiff or a spoof, boy you better not goof
You about to cave in although you ain't on a roof

The rhythm track from offside's to angles
Playing the wimp fight resist strangle
You can't escape until the DJ's fingers up
So play like a phone or coat and just hang it up

The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words
Lines between the rhythm designed to equip nerds
You better jam we don't care if you hardcore
'Cause we got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Me and Prince got together just to kick our lines
No trouble at the party 'cause we're strapped with nines
Dance floor secure, don't bother tryin' to get out
You looking for the late AM this man pull red out

Nobody cause killing is mean
Got ya dancin' in the dark and dressed like Springsteen
Razzamatazz a pasazz about to rip the flesh is my man Jazz Fresh
Soon as I worked through the door I got trapped on the dance floor

See this girlie that I never saw, she was looking raw
Came a little closer then I opposed her
Then I drop the fox trot so hot that I roast her
[Unverified] planes in the damn chain, hard to explain

I did it up like I was straight outta Soul Train
Listen as I discuss this yo bust this
Like a hammer before me you can't touch this
Trapped on the floor like a vulture, part of my culture

You may even thought I was drived to faulter
Get live like a [unverified] jack that fives you the window main [unverified]
Add a little mic and Janet you can't understand it
'Cause [unverified] thought I was from another planet

Way of whipping and dipping
And sliding [unverified] of what I'm providin'
Other dancers go and hide
Like Charles [unverified] I'm prancin'

I keep the dance all night until, the party's over, the party's over
Like a cowboy at a rodeo
From mister mister dosie doe around the dance floor
Steppin' the new hardcore, I'm Jazz Fresh and I'm trapped

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Max up to step up just to keep this rap up
The time that he possesses the best in a contest
Jeff with his right and left like Jazz Fresh
No other than the brother the lover Jazzy Jeff

I'm the one dance floor at the station
[Unverified] time around quarter to ten
Times work hard, the customers scarred
Your tickets to freedom, yo you ain't gonna need 'em

Your sentence is 25 years to life
A [unverified] is your husband and wife
Trapped behind the steel, the steel of the wheels
Don't come to the party if you don't wanna know how business feels

I walk strong carry a big stick
Sell myself all packed and thick
When they sound the drum you know it's time to roll
Might as well have fun there's no parol

I set a trap and caught you like a mouse
For times ahead no chance for a halfway house
Pump the bass in all sections
Prince, Sid, and jazz my officers of correction

Cant' escape the floor cut the crime out
[Unverified] wall ain't no use tryin' to climb out
'Cause I'm running this show and it's live in here
You try to escape another five years

I got you trapped and I'm your savior
You dance real hard you might get out on good behavior
But if you don't I give you more
'Cause DJ Jazzy Jeff got you trapped on the dance floor

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

Oh oh I'm trapped like a [unverified]
I can't get out
Can't you see I'm trapped?
Can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out

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All In A Mouse'S Night - Lyrics - Wind & Wuthering - Genesis

Title: All In A Mouse'S Night
Album: Wind & Wuthering
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Tony Banks

Lyric:
I can't see you but I know you're there
Got to get beside you 'cos it's really cold out here
Come up close to me you'll soon be warm
Hold me tightly like the shelter from a storm

Think I might go out for a stroll
Into the night and out of this hole, maybe find me a meal
Walking along this new shag pile
Presents a problem all the while, nearly the door

Suddenly he bumps into wood, the door is closed
A voice from the bed, he'll be exposed
Which way to run, must make for the hole
The light's been turned on, he's blind as a mole in coal
Now I can see they're coming at me
They've blocked off my door, I haven't a chance in hell

Come on, baby, let the poor thing go
I'm not sleeping with that thing around here, no
Alright then, I'll fetch a box from below
Guard him carefully, they're very quick you know

The door's been opened, my chance to escape
Must run out quick, better sorry than late, I'm out on the stairs
They won't catch me now, I've been run of the house now
I'll make it downstairs and into the bread bin, that would be nice

Suddenly he bumps into fur, that's very unwise
A cat is much quicker than men and their eyes
The chase that ensues can have only one end
Unless outside help steps in for our friend in need

But now the cat comes in for the kill
His paw is raised, soon blood will spill, yes, it will
Hard luck, mouse, this is the end of your road
The signpost says inside me, let me bear your heavy load
But it's not to be, that final pounce
Knocks a jar upon his head and lays him out

But it's all in a mouse's night
To take on all those who would fight
There I was with my back to the wall
Then comes this monster mouse, he's ten feet tall
With teeth and claws to match
It only took one blow

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Dr. Dooom'S In The Room - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Dr. Dooom'S In The Room
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, for the motherfuckin' 2000
In this mother
Straight from Houston, Tex
The motherfuckin' Dr. Dooom

I'm shuttin' rappers down like guiliani shut down strip clubs
Turnin' your fake gangster hardcore stories
Into some Mickey Mouse, Teletubbies shit
Y'all niggaz need to quit, stop pullin' your silicone tits

And this city is my town
Don't even fuckin' tryin' to say a fly rhyme
I'm holdin' possessions you don't own
And your cellular phone don't even fuckin' roam

Y'all got the nerve to be standin' in the hot rap zone
Against somethin' you can't afford
Rappers be soundin' bored at the show
I need to start pullin' your bitch-ass fuckin' extension cord

Suckers be fakers, ATM pullin' frauds
I'm sendin' two men, out to boo men
Quick to get to y'all niggaz like Western Union
I'm comin' like the fax machine

I pour it on your whole team
Y'all niggaz ain't got time to scheme
I'm out to shatter your fuckin' rap dreams
Top to bottom, any angle, whatever your bullshit mind think

Your words gon' tangle
Sound like shit on a tascan mix
A bunch of y'all tracks need to be fixed
Professionally, you sound like the dog toto

When I see Flex, I'ma ask him
Why he playin' a lot of records from a bunch of homos
With feminine vocals
I catch niggaz when clubs are packed, rubbin' elbows

Tryin' to whisper shit in ugly bitches earlobes
Dr. Dooom callin' wack niggaz houses from the Radisson hotel room
Penthouse suites, bitch niggaz get 911 beeps
I'm always hearin' more softest MC's talk shit about the streets

Fuck your seedy impression of pain
Ninety-nine percent of your shit was normal
One percent sound strange
A&R's be suckin' a lot of dick
And spreadin' they ass cheeks to get the hits

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up

You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck together
You be the deformed one, catchin' the warm one
I pay a crack head five dollars
To fuck up your million dollar marketing plan

With a brand new sub-machine gun
And a hot dog, on a Yankee stadium bun
First class rates, hire wall street messengers
To move your antique rap styles in milk crates

Special delivery for all you motherfuckers
Sportin' hard boots with ashey faces tryin' to get with me
Y'all suckers is amateurs, gettin' fucked up the assholes
By the top worst managers

On the publishin' deal, wipe my condoms off your Ampex reels
No games to be played, you lookin' fuckin' jiggy
MC's with collared shirts and shoes tryin' to duplicate biggie
No matter where, you only got one pair

Alligators don't match with them fuckin' flares
Who's doin' your dress code, some old stank bitch
With mascara touchin' up your face on the road
You feelin' healthier, your rap audience

Is only New Pork to Philadelphia
Baltimore never even heard your fuckin' metaphor
Shut the fuck up, put your buck up, look at the dicks you suck up
Maximum ass thoughts, you fuckin' get crushed

Like the five o'clock train rush, sweaty as a motherfucker
The best rapper can lick my ass
I make your girl pick me up lick my sperm in your E-class
Leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your rolls Royce
Stop your whole organization on park avenue and start laughin' at you

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

You ain't the top rap in the country
New jacks, you shoulda knew that
From experience, you couldn't write from the beginnin'
Bookin' studio time, with some scramblin' concert shit on your mind

Who's crowd, the blues feel my news
Accurately in New York City
There's a thousand motherfuckers tryin' to rap and look pretty
Save it for David

Take that motherfuckin' rented ride back to Avis
When it come to rap I'm the big motherfucker on the pay list
Ridin' the Amtrak, lookin' at Billboard
You need to be hung on a steel cord

Sittin' next to a Doberman, shit in Harlem
Any poodles on the mic, we gon' stop 'em
I'm in the dressin' room with the average bitch
Lookin' like halle berry, rubbin' my nuts

My fingers all up in her guts
Watchin' Monday night football with my dick all up in her butt
MC's stand away when I pull out my mitt put your hand away
Most of these fake hard rappers never seen the projects

Live in fuckin' pesquateway
Scared, palm that away
Why don't you bastards move back in the metro area
The Marriott is the spot

Where the prostitutes lick your Rolex watch
Left you naked out with your stomach out
Hangin' out with cocaine on the dresser
With a Puerto Rican girl with HIV from park chester

You sniffin' that shit again
Souped up from the neck up from the butt crack up
You need a fuckin' checkup

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

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3rd Planet - Lyrics - Modest Mouse

Title: 3rd Planet
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green

Lyric:
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I?ve got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
My boss just quit the job says he?s goin' out to find blind
Spots and he?ll do it

The 3rd planet is sure that they?re being watched by an
Eye in the sky that can?t be stopped
When you get to the promise land
You're gonna shake that yes hand

Your heart felt good it was drippin' pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me
Well outside naked, shiverin' looking blue
From the cold sunlight that?s reflected off the moon
Baby come, angels fly around you reminding you we used
To be three and not just two

And that?s how the world began
And that?s how the world will end
That?s how the world began
That?s how the world will end

Well a 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the
Water, didn?t know then was it a son was it a daughter
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
Around in the water in the oceans in our bodies
And another had been found another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic and how

And the Universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
Straight long enough you?ll end up where you were
The Universe is shaped exactly like the Earth if you go
Straight long enough you?ll end up where you were

And that?s how the world began
And that?s how the world will end
That?s how the world began
That?s how the world will end

Your heart felt good it was drippin' pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me
Well outside naked, shiverin' looking blue
From the cold sunlight that?s reflected off the moon
Baby come, angels fly around you reminding you we used
To be three and not just two

And that?s how the world began
And that?s how the world will end

Well a 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the
Water, didn?t know then was it a son was it a daughter
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
Around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and
Another had been found another ocean on the planet
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic and how

And the universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
Straight long enough you?ll end up where you were
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
Straight long enough you?ll end up where you were

And that?s how the world began
And that?s how the world will end
And that?s how the world began
And that?s how the world will end

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I?ve got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over

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My Brother'S A Basehead - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: My Brother'S A Basehead
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): David Jolicouer, Robbie Krieger, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason, Clint Ballard, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear

This song does not contain explicit lyrics
But what it does contain is an undesired element
This element is known as the Basehead
The lowest of lowest of all elements that exist
And the sad thing is, this particular element is me brudda

Brother, brother oh brother of mine
We used to be down as partners in crime
From our parents our name was forged
I was the Beaver, you Curious George

Wanted to dispose of this and that
But curiosity had killed the cat
At this age no wonder it was read
But this was the fate that you were fed

Throughout high school our minds we'd waste
High off all the cheeba that we could taste
Soon you had converted to nasal sports
Every five minutes cocaine you'd snort

Told me that you needed a stronger fix
Stepped to the crack scene in 86
Unlike the other drugs you had control
This substance had engulfed your body and soul

Now from me you lost all respect
Said you need to put that shit in check
Wanted me to believe that you ain't tried
But your mind and the craving had coincided

Said there was a voice I could've talked
Which said you shouldn't stop but continue to walk
Now the brother who could handle any drug
Had just found the one that could pull his Plug

Yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots
Gonna make you scream and loop three loops
Gonna take you far on a freeway, okay
Remember that day? Slipped me a smile for a 20 crack vial

Guess what? Time to collect, correct
Don't have a dime? It's payback time, payback time
Don't cry the blues 'cause I got bad news
Should I stab ya? Should I bite ya? Should I use my tools?
No, I got another way to earn my defeat
(Slam the child on the hard concrete)

Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out, make the bass come out

Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out, make the bass come out

Brother, brother, stupid brother of mine
Started getting high at the age of nine
Now at twenty-one you're lower than low
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go

My dividends and wares started to disappear
Where it ended up, I had an idea
Barking you with the quickness, reversed intent
Instead went to Pop and gave him the print

Now Pop grew tired of being a mouse
Finally told you to get the hell outta the house
From there a mother figure came into play
Claimed for you she saw a better day

Now Mom was a product of Christ's rebirth
Thought the only chance was to go to church
Quitting this stuff you had tried before
This time you claimed you'd really score
Something I had to see to believe
Put on my suit and to church I weaved

My, my, my, what happened to the people?
The people who used to care about what took place in the world today?
I've been summoned here today to reach the people
Who still can be reached, to save the people who still can be saved

Can I get an Amen? Can I get an Amen?
Hit me, forgive us, said it's taking over, taking over the world
All it's doing is taking over, where them crackers at?
Them crackers that they serve, where they at?

Bullshit, didn't believe a lick
Do this fool [Incomprehensible]
Then I gave you the benefit of a doubt
Wanted to see if you will work it out

Soon you reach your front of calm
Walked round by rehearsing psalms
Then you smiled with the funky frown
What do you know, the voice is back in town

Mom would say it would soon go away
You and I knew it was here to stay
But the man helped you when you helped yourself
That meant going to rehab for your health

Finally it went and blew your cork
Heard you moved to the comfortable streets of New York
And when my friends see me and come and ask
"Yo, where's your brother at?", I'll be the first to splash
"Yo, he's a Basehead"

Yo know who that was?
No
The guy from De La Soul, Pos. Posdnuos
Who?

You heard of De La Soul, right?
Right
Well he was the one from De La Soul
The one with the real nappy hair

The one with the dark-skinned one
With the glasses? Yeah
Yeah, the ugly one
Fuck you bitch and kept goin'

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Heart Cooks Brain - Lyrics - The Lonesome Crowded West - Modest Mouse

Title: Heart Cooks Brain
Album: The Lonesome Crowded West
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green

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Lyric:
Slow walk
It's land mine
It's coal mine
It's a bad thought

On the way to God don't know
My brain's the burger
And my heart's the coal
I'm trying to get my head clear
I push things out through my mouth
I get refilled through my ears
I get refilled through my ears
I get refilled through my ears

I'm on my way to God don't know or even care
My brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs
My heart's the long stairs
My heart's the long stairs
Inland from Vancouver shore
The ravens and the seagulls
Push each other inward and outward
Inward and outward

In this place that I call home
My brain's the cliff
And my heart's the bitter buffalo
My heart's the bitter buffalo
We tore one down and erected another there
The match of the century
Absence versus thin air

On the way to God don't know
My brain's the burger
And my heart's the coal
On this life that we call home
The years go fast
And the days go so slow
The days go so slow
The days go so slow

On the way to God don't know
My brain's the burger
And my heart's the coal
I'm trying to get my head clear
I push things out through my mouth
I get refilled through my ears
I get refilled through my ears
I get refilled

I'm on my way to God don't know or even care
My brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs
My heart's the long stairs
My heart's the long stairs
Inland from Vancouver shore
The ravens and the seagulls
Push each other inward and outward
Inward and outward

In this place that I call home
My brain's the cliff
And my heart's the bitter buffalo
My heart's the bitter buffalo
We tore one down, and erected another there
And the match of the century
Absence versus thin air
Absence versus thin air

On this life that we call home
The years go fast and the days go so slow
Days go so slow

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