I’m leaving you darling and I won’t be back. I found something better somewhere down the track.
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day.
I’m big and important – one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces for you.
Won’t someone help me to break up this crown – let’s all drink to the death of a clown.
This crowd is tight, tight. Gonna party all night, night.
I like it when you take control, even if you know that you don’t own me, I’ll play the role.
I am a reverend of irreverence, I’m a shill for any sacrilege.
Wake up in the morning and it’s hard to live.
In the hood, it’s against all odds, you spit 16 bars.
I will never be satisfied until it ends in tears.
Don’t ask me, because I don’t know why, but it’s like that, and that’s the way it is.
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare – heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare.
Can’t forget the flashing, can’t forget the smashing, the sending and the bending, the atmosphere re-entry.
Too many teardrops for one heart to be crying.
What’s so funny ’bout peace, love and understanding?
I am a passenger, and I ride and I ride.
Got to get a hold of myself, got to make believe I don’t care.
Once I thought my innocence was gone – now I know that happiness goes on.
You might think I’m crazy – all I want is you.
When you cross my mind, you best look both ways ‘cause my personality’s bigger than yours.
It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
Gonna get drunk, don’t you have no fear – I want one bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
I’m hungry and the hunger will linger, I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers.
Feeling down and dirty, feeling kinda mean, I’ve been from one to another extreme.
Feelin’ my wrath, venturing through parts of the South so dirty you’ll want to be given a bath.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
I won’t spend another day in this heart attack city, it’s messed up here and everything’s money.
Made up my mind to make a new start, going to California with an aching in my heart.
I ain’t freaking, I ain’t faking this – shut up and let me go.
Volcano girls, we really can’t be beat – warm us up and watch us blow.
Listen to me scream and shout, ‘cause all my teeth are falling out.
I’m living in a nightmare can’t you see, I need some musical therapy.
Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poor Boys are playing, bring a nickel, tap your feet.
X gonna give it to you.
You know with love comes strange currencies, and here is my appeal.
You make me feel just like I’m insane, yeah, and you’re trouble. You’re trouble.
Let us close our eyes – outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we wont give in, we’ll keep living in the past.
Watch your step, kid (yo, you best protect ya neck).
All about that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot. But now frustration and heartache is what you got.
When they see me, they say, “Who dat ovah there?” Just a lil dude with a head full of hair.
This ain’t no holiday, but it always turns out this way.
These eyes cry every night for you.
You want it all, but you can’t have it.
Take a second, open your mind, take a step back, and stop this madness.
Wind me up, put me down, start me off and watch me go.
Shots shots shots shots shots shots everybody.
Hot, fresh, and tasty.
Here comes the story of the Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame.
Everybody wants to be a DJ, everybody wants to be an MC, but being speakers are the best.
Let the good times roll, let them knock you around.
Find yourself a girl and settle down, live a simple life in a quiet town. Steady as she goes.
Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
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What a long strange trip it’s been.
Love in an elevator – livin’ it up while I’m going down.
Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, someone good.
Every hood that we go through, all the gangsters around know my whole crew.
Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one, when you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, gimme the mic so I can take it away.
I woke up bright and early this morning, my little girl was not in sight. I been looking everywhere, morning, noon, and daylight.
They said it was such a good time for everyone to not get along. And how was everyone so right if only everyone was wrong?
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye. I think I know but I don’t know why. The questions are the answers you might need.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You only live twice, or so it seems – one life for yourself, and one for your dreams.
Hop in my Chrysler, it’s as big as a whale, and it’s about to set sail. I got me a car, it sits about twenty, so come on and bring your jukebox money.
I’m so tired of playing, playing with this bow and arrow. Gonna give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play.
About to steal the game, I’m a whole new crook. Bakin’ up that fire, I’m a whole new cook.
I got that tunnel vision going through my head.
There’s a bubble a bouncing, and it’s bouncing my way. There’s two sticks in the powderworks, I think it’s gonna blow today.
UH-HUH HUH, HEH HEH YEAH… but no, this is actually, like, a really great album. Like seriously (UH HUH YEAH).
And so I wondered and wandered around the planet, looking for some things that might have mattered to me.
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out.
Don’t you know I’m loco?
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks: you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
It’s not a game – you play chess with life, end up in the flame.
Exchange our fears for little glass holes and broken dreams of bent-backed trolls.
A long time ago, we used to be friends but I haven’t thought of you lately at all.
Linoleum supports my head – gives me something to believe.
The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump.
I wanna be stereotyped, I wanna be classified, I wanna be a clone – I want a suburban home.
In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake, and the sun in my disgrace.
It’s been so long, I’ve been out of my body with you. I feel alone, feel at home, feel like nothing is true.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.
And I don’t understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there’s no rain.
Crazy, toys in the attic, truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away!
Capturing beauty of something as precious as life.
The middle of the road is trying to find me. I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
You’re going to want to take a few long-ish steps or multiple little ones to get your ears closer to this one.
Now I’m a start collecting props, connecting plots. Networking like a conference, ‘cause the nonsense is yet to stop.
Nothing to stop this being the best day ever, nothing to keep us from where we should be. I wanted the world but you knew better, and that all we have is immortality.
I need a change in my life, and I need it right now. Good or bad, it doesn’t really matter how.
Walking on his highways, we leave the land and float inside the dark, black water, robin flies again.
People are crazy and times are strange. I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range. I used to care, but things have changed.
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople, been a long time gone, Constantinople, now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night.
Gotta watch those corners in the stretch of danger, a problem could arise eventually. I’ve walked this earth for twenty years and now my mind is floating out to sea.
Rust in the mountain, rust in the brain, the air is sacred here in spite of your claim.
Ah, can’t you see me standing here? I got my back against the record machine. I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen, ah can’t you see what I mean?
You know this boogie is for real.
If growing up means being like you, then I don’t want to be like you.