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It's the conformist
takin' the firm fist of the idealist taken the shitlist. And now, the purist stays the purist till the shit hits the fan of the culprits and then the lawyer will destroy a motivation to become the purist and the terrorist is really fed up with. Nothing strategic to beseige with and supremacists touch the surface with their racist hatred. That glues eyelids. Those with politics all polite on tricks cripple the masses on the road to riches. Underachievers united, why fight it, can't hide it. |
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| 2. |
| 4:09 |
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Life is hard,
life is short, pained by law, like Billy Club. Scatter, scram, here's the man, laws to bend that hurt like hell. Zig zag, check attack, the joke is back and hurts like hell. Hear the call, run and fall, taking tolls, that hurt like hell. Scatter, scram, here's the man, laws to bend that hurt like hell. Cautious, ambitious, when the richest max to the fullest. Be the coolest, Mr. Nuisance. Motor cruisin', limo usin', tax rate abusin', counterfeit usin', snake attack, imposter, "dealin' with the roster". Two face Harvey Dent cointosser gets the hunger with the sensation monger Guess who stays younger? |
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| 6:40 | 
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| 4. |
| 5:37 |
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Start act
human race glance attrack. Give a shot life's a rut experience in a long shot. Big strut, big strut, big fun, what you got they throw some mud leap strut move hubbub something that you can't dodge dodge, avoid, umemployed, how you gonna fill the void? Void gap it's you that tries to step, step by step, metrolike, metrolike. Pep choice, it's your choice to make some noise toys cool boys watch the mind, voice, voice tone, stand alone, how did I land on this zone, space one of these days, opportunity knocks, go chase be an ace, race, craze, speeds fades nowadays, feel pissed, get dismissed, your favorite wish gets dismissed tongue twist, throw a fit fix a "hit" like the other's did determine wit, takes up, breaks up, no job is tip top. Ad men plan again. Things get out of hand man. Oops up behind your head, can you see who back stabs? Corporate talk make's steps hand clap money puts you on the right track nothing is gone last fad one day long another passed. Billboard list take a dip, the record slime he needs a bit, play hip, get tripped, always knew you don't fit, you know, I know, who's foolin who but you don't go. Get shoved feel the heat someone's gonna take a seat get cropped get beat find your ass down on a street sour mood, substitute, maybe he's going for the looth. All ideas, see no ears, tight suit, fat neck just peer... out of here need just more a true help to your career nothing's clear in the pot, the man who stirs ownes a lot all I've got, battered soul payed a toll. So what will unfold? Ad man plans again, things get out of hand man! |
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| 3:17 |
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Junkie expanding limits.
Funky integration, record needle shooting doses host like Moses, party population, peeps catch the beat frantic, poors are pouring strobe lights on polygon hallucination gives you more and crazy moods, stretch the grooves for the flock no amuck. Superduper "hi-tec" rock for the soft knock or hard knock keep a few bucks taxi cab after shock follows the drug marathon strechtin' on 'till the fever pitch drums. Junkie expands his limits. Show stops, door pops, bouncers catch fat nuts, nigthclubbin' flock. Steppin' slo-mo like sand box got these souls rollin' stranding like ships and shoals. Satiated, blatant, tainted. Now sanity shows holes, sleep overcome the ones that followed the God of fun. Honey buns with burns get the watchful eye stunned. Teens get the spirit exchanging digits from sky pagers dipsomania never sane to ya the lust is major catch brothers on the rebound for skins on the skeez route. Those with wheels, fleshy feels, surely got clout what it's all about, stretch the funky addiction line to line, minds unwind. With the cocaine dissolution syringe tricks the kick in private seclusion chase the rush it was tough to loose the kaleidoscopic illusion. Stretch the limit, kill the cynic in the human shell feel the funky never flunky in the Junkie XL. Junkie expands his limits. |
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| 6. |
| 2:49 |
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| 7. |
| 4:16 |
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You have been living like a rot
And you can say you've not But in case you forgot You gotta give... it your best shot You've been bowin' on spots like metronome Pack rat packs 'the papers' like super gnome Punch the clock in situations no win Catch the weekdays-past and next begins Ambitions overrated, gets equated With the freedom you'll be cravin', motivated than sedated Feel like crackle doin' battle with the working cattle The same shackle tackles fellows, pains the marrow Commodities used once then destroyed To many pawns just to fill the void Now you hit to flex real stallion Blow steam shine like gold medallion Scandalous Vandalous Morals vanishing Chemicals Refills Sexkill Panting Weekday one wrecks the promise of '2001' violent Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in You have been living like a rot And you can say you've not But in case you forgot You gotta give... it your best shot Teenage Kick Teenage Kick Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in You have been living like a rot And you can say you've not But in case you forgot You gotta give... it your best shot Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in Hey, get the chicks in Enough said |
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| 5:27 |
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| 9. |
| 4:54 |
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| 10. |
| 4:08 |
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Mix it with mine, with yours
if the othordox ways crime ingnorance tricks the men sting again like porcupine skin complexion won't give direction hail to mulatto italiano farrago anything with a twist yo for the night flows hot like sirocco mix with all for the ritual. Win skin like Marlon Brando in the last tango now I'm single in the disco club schizo when the disk spins loud colloyuial go. Juices up loosen up let the lust overflows my cup pop. Mix it with mine, blend it with yours. Seeking a true force melange. Never mind check the signs intertwine, cool: melange. Ascetic aspects get no contact amatory looks for hot sex, screaming from your voice box, larynx o yeah! Steppin' to a girl that basically is way out of your league out of reach, but the peach makes lips glisten, blushin' your cheeks, hold the courage and the guts aided by Millerquads or Buds alcohol creates the stud to strut in perfect duds so much for phase one, it takes one line to flake out son as you glance top - bottom, butt gives the shakes on shoot the gift for swift quick linguistic let libido uplift, arrange the melody on the Freud theraphy tip figure you have potential, she wetting lips. It was a test, now your perfect match cos' the fire is lit. Background unknown but the sex drives the prone get the conversation on, and dig out ones skulls to bone. |
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| 4:54 |
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| 12. |
| 17:52 |
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No need for confetti bombs or fallus symbols,
to be obnoxious, outrageous, but the sound will be very contagious, like nuclear "fallout" radius. No need for bands with tight "spandex", "macho flex", high voices from larynx, tight jockstraps stuffed with socks and walnuts to show sex, but plain obscure "high-tec"! Junkie XL will tell the future in computer hell. No slacker trendy attitudes or "boys" that play rude, or smokers of "SEZ" and weed to be hardcore with fatigues, let the perpetrator weep, that it's the junkie beats that grim reap! And shuffle the feet, but all to sleep in front of their "MTV screen sweep", yes lost souls are deep in their trash-cash middle-class heap. |
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