to go the hell home Moments of silence for fire fighters were interrupted by cell phones Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death
can see 'cause you're blind baby Born a slave die a slave Representing from the cradle to the grave 'Cause we living in the last day, coming through Your TV
felt this good Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could Take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade Jump on this soul train, destination unknown
love the scene, it's all cream It's all flash, it all costs, it's all green It's all ching, it's the whole thing, the TV's Rims so mean, and so extreme
I've got a fear of enclosed places crowded rooms and unknown faces people staring down at me I wonder what do they see? And I avoid them at all cost to
To be untrue Bleed... Live life live life... Stand up On your two feet Nobody's piece of meat Don't listen to the fashion fuckers on TV So now you
tomorrow just another day another way to spend my day all by my self starin at the tv screen flipping through my magazine everything is unclear i need
minute... ill be there Sit tight... get square You can do it at the hippodrome slide back... trombone Anybody got a TV at home Thats right... unknown
[TV Reporter 1] "We understand all of the officers in the Central Division have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically to get into riot gear
or a dream Neurosis drives the man insane Sickness that we cannot blame We are not entangled in To think about it makes us no sin Unknown victims that
Our TV sets are drenched in pseudo reality, when the truth is endemol can't save you from mundane existence. Twelve unknowns light up 7 million homes
go, and again we hit the door [Capo] Ammo explode, rappin' in platinum Capo ballin' out of control, provoked emotions Devotion, capture bankroll, behold the unknown
[Intro:] Mmm Oh yeah Ohhh [Chorus:] What's goin' on, it's a Friday night Haven't any ideas but I hoped I might Be out in the club not all up in a TV
I know there's a heaven Sometimes at feel so alone it scares me I talk in my sleep but there's no one to hear me Unknown I don't want to be unknown
Like an unknown soldier left for dead The war rolls on around my head In your magazines On your TV screen This is my nightmare, my nightmare Can you
for TV movie And I just blew my line Someday you never made it and maybe it never will Hey, you never made it And ain't that unusual? Now I feel unknown
a family man. And don't expect me to hit the road at a moment's notice without my suitcase with some crazy bunch of strangers in some unknown car, Well
record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury TV