Are you getting tired of all the ravages of war? Aren't you even sure what the hell you're fighting for? All the broken dreams of men just break me down
I like to hide behind my glasses When I feel uptight I like to hide behind my glasses When I'm trippin' in the strobelight Hide behind my glasses So
It's not the liars that can set you free It's not the riches that you can't foresee No, it's not the monkey or the LSD It's not the powers that be It
If I believed everything I saw on television I'd Think like Brady Bunch Eat Wendy's for lunch Drive a Datsun Subaru and never question much Get a 9 to
Well, I wish I had a date So I wear my suit and tie Well, I wish I had a date With a pretty girl in mind Well, I'll take her out to dinner And I'll treat
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point For it is with these words and the spirit of Chim chim's badass theory of religiosity that we bring You the only antidote that humanity will ever know Fishbone
Ohh alcoholic Ohh real good liquor Ohh make you throw up Ohh make you clumsy Well... My pop had a party at the house one night On the last day of school
It all kept startin' over again with a different beginning and a different end It all kept startin' over again with a different beginning and a different
Well let me pull myself up and out Of this toilet that I'm in It's liberating for a little while But living in shit with shit And bein' all about shit
One, two, three, go The ice was freezin' My brother almost drowned I jumped in to save him On his way, way down Then it went black and I went in Oh,
My pusher who art in the krack house Hallowed be thy bitches and hoe's As for I am sprung my rock will be done In my crib as well as in public Give us
You've seen your future from your present state And filtered through your past, it may not look too great If you could have your future generate your
Karma Tsunami comin down on you with the weight of the sea it ain' never fun the repercussions of the concussion of what the karma tsunami from what you
Ska ska ska Jamaican ska Ska ska ska Do the ska Not any people can chachacha Not everybody can do the twist But everybody can do the ska The new dance
Let dem ho's fight, dem ho's they did fought A titty flew flop out singing, knock the bitch out Left right and a hook, a blubber glut shook We all bet