And I’m feeling so Bohemian like you.
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And I’m feeling so Bohemian like you.
It’s so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk.
You say times are tough – we got the best of both worlds here.
Well, I’m beginning to see the light.
I’ll take advantage while you hang me out to dry, but I can’t see you every night – free.
Don’t talk to me about being alone.
Can’t fight the seether.
Drive my car into the ocean – you think I’m dead, but I sail away.
Sit right back and hear a tale of a hustler ’round my way.
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside.
I’m half dead, I’m a third alive, a quarter ticking over in the middle by the side of the road.
My quality control captivates your party patrol.
It was twenty years ago today when Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play.
Stop your fooling around, time you straighten right out. Better think of your future, else you’ll wind up in jail.
Hey ho, let’s go.
So slide over here and give me a moment. Your moves are so raw, I’ve got to let you know.
I know you’re a cannonball.
Another dimension, new galaxy, intergalactic planetary.
Love is such a selfish thing, it’s always crying, “Me, me, me.”
Purple haze all in my brain.
Oh my golly! Oh my golly!
You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
This is just a tribute, you’ve gotta believe me.
Leaving New York, never easy – I saw the light fading out.
Forget about the girls and forget about the boys – turn off the TV and put away your toys.
‘Cause you can’t, you won’t, and you don’t stop.
I guess you have to have a problem, if you want to invent a contraption. First you cause a train wreck, then they put me in traction.
Move swift as light, a thousand years in one night, in flight with insight.
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
Now I’m rolling in sweat with a loaf of cold bread and a taco in my jeans.
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
Believe me never, hate me forever.
Still taking my time to perfect the beat, and I still got love for the streets.
Everything is cool, how are things with you?
Let me go on like I blister in the sun.
Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.
It’s just that I’m old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that.
Yes I will rhyme that, after, after all I’ve done today, I have earned my wings.
Good morning heartache, you’re like an old friend, come and see me again.
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed with a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head.
Let’s ride a tire down the river Euphrates.
You know I’m superdeformed, you can’t say you weren’t warned. I’m superdeformed, now dig it.
Ooh la la la, it’s the way that we rock when we’re doing our thing.
When nothing’s right just close your eyes, close your eyes and you’re gone.
All systems go! Soon the world will know the fury of attack – feel the wrath of the super rad.
End of passion play, crumbling away, I’m your source of self-destruction.
You think fashion’s your friend, my friend, fashion is danger.
Shakin’ all over, quivers down my backbone.
Now gone off the mental plane, to spark the brain with the building to be born.
Well, you better watch out. Well, you better beware, ‘cause they’re coming from all sides of the country now.