If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off, so stepped on You're not the only one Refusing to back down You're not
I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before
I got a lot to say to you, yeah, I got a lot to say I notice your eyes are always glued to me You're keeping them here and it makes no sense at all They
Only king of rock has gone, gone to heaven A star on the way to the stars Another king of rock is born, '77 Just born to be there when it's dark '94, '
Human Contempt, Financial Interests Blind Agressions Animal Execution Will you support this fatal complicity? Power is a bitch and industry follow
As i viddi past my years When all the droogs we're go There was me your humble narrator The others decorate the show [Pre-chorus:] Now i'm haunted by
Riot Flesh-N-Bone: Yeah, yeah. Unh huh, unh huh, callin' all my trues trues. Mo Thug family bringin' it to ya once again. Callin' all my thugstas,
Locked up in chains, backs to the wall Tick like a time bomb till we hear the call Pushed from outside, thrown underground Frozen in time we wait for
long ago i kissed her skull sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'll watch the midnight movie painted with the sky bleeding white butterflies
Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches! (Damn things nearly hardly flap) Canker
Look at the angry masses Like burning flames that lick the air Onward, forward, our hate is lit We will not submit to the ultra-violence We are on are
When you ain't got shit Make you want to loot shit ! When ya fuckin' fed up Dam sure gonna shot shit ! Listen to the government They don't know what to
You know what you know so you go break the terror of the urban spell This alliance you say 'i'm on the threshold of greatness girl' so you burn Your pagoda
Riding on this know-how, never been here before Peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all Is history recorded? Does someone have a tape? Surely, I'm no
Without giving anything away I can say it's by the sea It's a house that used to be The home of a friend of mine Without giving anything away You'll
I'd rather dance with you than talk with you, so why don't we just move into the other room. There's space for us to shake, and 'hey, I like this tune
Through the alleyways To cool off in the shadows Then into the street Following the water There's a bearded man Paddling in his canoe Looks as if he
I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But I can't stop listening to the sound Of two soft voices blended in perfection From the reels of this record