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They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
Following the rights movement
You clamped on with your iron fists
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids
Following the rights movement
You clamped on with your iron fists
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids
I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood
(nearly 2 million Americans are
incarcerated in the prison system
prison system of the US)
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
(for you and me to live in)
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
(for you and me to live in)
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
you don't even flinch
all our taxes paying for your wars
against the new non-rich
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
you don't even flinch
all our taxes paying for your wars
against the new non-rich
I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
right here in hollywood
The percentage of americans in the prison system
prison system, has doubled since 1985
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
(for you and me to live in)
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
For you and I, For you and I, For you and I.
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
For you and me
Oh baby, you and me.
All research and successful drug policy show
that treatment should be increased
And law enforcement decreased
While abolishing mandatory minimun sentences
All research and successful drug policy show
that treatment should be increased
And law enforcement decreased
While abolishing mandatory minimun sentences
Utilising drugs to pay for secret wars around the world
drugs are now your global policy now you police the globe
I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
right here in hollywood
Drug money is used to rig elections
and train brutal corporate sponsored dictators
around the world
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
(for you and me to live in)
Another prison system
Another prison system
Another prison system
(for you and me to live in)
For you and I, for you and I, for you and I
For you and I
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
They're trying to build a prison
for you and me
oh baby, you and me
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I cannot disguise,
all the stomach pains
and the walking of the cranes
when you, do come out
and you whisper up to me
in your life of tragedy
But I cannot grow
till you eat the last of me
oh when will I be free
and you, a parasite
just find another host
just another fool to roast
cause you
my tapeworm tells me what to do
you
my tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
I cannot deny
all the evil traits
and the filling of the crates
when you, do come out
and you slither up to me
in your pimpin majesty
but I cannot grow
till you eat the last of me
oh when will I be free
and you, a parasite
just find another host
just another stool to post
cause you
my tapeworm tells me what to do
you
my tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tape worm out of me...
I'm just sitting in my room
with a needle in my hand
waiting for the tomb
of some old dying man
sitting in my room
with a needle in my hand
waiting for the tomb
of some old dying man
cause you
my tapeworm tells me what to do
you
my tapeworm tells me where to go
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY
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Round, round
Circumventing circuses
lamenting in process
to visible police
presence sponsored fear
batallions of riot police
with rubber bullet kisses
baton courtesy
service with a smile
Beyond the staples center you can see America
with it's tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality
of plastic existence
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
round, round
A rush of words
pleading to disperse
upon your naked walls, alive
A political call
the fall guy accord
we can't afford to be neutral on a moving train
Beyond the staples center you can see America
with it's tired poor avenging disgrace
peaceful loving youth against the brutality
of plastic existence
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
A deer dance, invitation to peace
war staring you in the face, dressed in black
with a helmet, fierce
trained and appropriate for the malcontents
for the disproportioned malcontents.
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
Pushing little children
with their fully automatics
they like to push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
They like to push the weak around.
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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
My horse is a shackled old man
His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey
the skes, right before
right before they went gray
my horse and my remorse
flying over a great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
My source is the source of all creation
Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before
Right before they go gray
My source, and my remorse
Flying over a great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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(We're rolling "Suicide")
Wake up (Wake Up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
Wake up (Wake Up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
Father!(Fucker!)
Father!(Father!)
Father!(Fucker!)
Father!(Father!)
Father into your hands I commend my spirit,
Father into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me oh
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die.
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
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Jump, bounce, down, up
I went out on a date
with a girl, a bit late
she had so many friends
gliding through many hands
I brought my pogo stick
just to show her a trick
she had so many friends
Gliding through many hands
Jump pogo.....Bounce pogo
Down pogo, up pogo
Unannounced twister games
All players with no names
they lined up double quick
but just one pogo stick
everyone gets to play
runaway expose
it was so exotic
but just one pogo stick
Jump pogo.....Bounce pogo
Down pogo, up pogo
Oh I like to spread you out
touching whoever's behind
Jump pogo.....Bounce pogo
Down pogo, up pogo
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Walk with me my little child
To the forest of denial
speak with me my only mind
walk with me until the time
and make the forest turn to wine
you take the legend for a fall
you saw the product
why can't you see that you are my child
why don't you know that you are my mind
tell everyone in the world, that I'm you
take this promise to the end of you
walk with me my little friend
Take this promise to the end
Speak with me my only mind
Walk with me until the end
And make the forest turn to sand
you take the legend for a fall
you saw the product
why can't you see that you are my child
why don't you know that you are my mind
tell everyone in the world, that I'm you
take this promise to the end of you
Take this promise for a ride
you saw the forest, now come inside
You took the legend for it's fall
you saw the product of it all
no televisions in the air
no circumcisions on the chair
You made the weapons for us all
just look at us now
why can't you see that you are my child
why don't you know that you are my mind
tell everyone in the world, that I'm you
take this promise to the end of you
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Hey you, see me, pictures crazy
All the world I've seen before me passing by
I've got nothing, to gain, to lose
All the world I've seen before me passing by
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
Hey you, are me, not so pretty
All the world I've seen before me passing by
Silent my voice, I've got no choice
All the world I've seen before me passing by
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
I don't see, anymore
I don't hear, anymore
I don't speak, anymore
I don't feel
Hey you, see me, pictures crazy
All the world I've seen before me passing by
I've got nothing, to gain, to lose
All the world I've seen before me passing by
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
You don't care about how I feel
I don't feel it any more
I don't sleep, anymore
I don't eat, anymore
I don't live, anymore
I don't feel
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Making two possibilities a reality
predicting the future of things we all know
fighting off the diseased programming
of centuries, centuries, centuries, centuries
Science fails to recognise the single most
potent element of human existence
letting the reigns go to the unfolding
is faith, faith, faith, faith
Science has failed our world
science has failed our mother earth
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Letting the reigns go to the unfolding
is faith, faith, faith, faith
letting the reigns go to the unfolding
is faith, faith, faith, faith
Science has failed our world
Science has failed our mother earth
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Spirit-moves-through-all-things
Science has failed our mother earth
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Education, fornication, in you are go
Education subjugation, now you're out go
Education fornication, in you are go
Don't be late for school again boy
I think me, I want life
I think me, I want a house and a wife
I want to shimmy-shimmy-shimmy
through the break of dawn yeah
Education, fornication, in you are go
Education subjugation, now you're out go
Education fornication, in you are go
Don't be late for school again girl
I think me, I want life
I think me, I want a house and a wife
I want to shimmy-shimmy-shimmy
through the break of dawn yeah
I think me, I want life
I think me, I want a house and a wife
I want to shimmy-shimmy-shimmy
through the break of dawn yeah
Indoctrination of a nation
Indoctrination of a nation
Subjugation of damnation
Subjugation of damna....
Don't be late for school again boy
Don't be late for school again girl
Don't be late for school again boy
Don't be late for school again girl
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Conversion, software version 7.0
looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
flashlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
[Thanks to bigtscrby1@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
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Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
Psycho groupie coke
Makes you high makes you hide
makes you really want to go, STOP
Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
Psycho groupie coke
Makes you high makes you hide
makes you really want to think and stop
stop your eyes from flowing
Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
Psycho groupie coke
Makes you high makes you hide
makes you really want to go, STOP
Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
Psycho groupie coke
Makes you high makes you hide
makes you really want to think and stop
stop your eyes from flowing out
so you want the world to stop
stop in and watch your body fully drop
from the time you were a
psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
so you want to see the show
you really don't have to be a ho
from the time you were a
psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
Psycho groupie coke
Makes you high makes you hide
makes you really want to go STOP
psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
psycho groupie coke
do you really want to think and stop
stop your eyes from flowing out
so you want the world to stop
rushing to watch your spirit fully drop
from the time you were a
psycho, groupie, cocaine crazy
so you want to see the show
you really don't have to be a ho
from the time you were a
psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy
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Life is a waterfall
we're one in the river
and one again after the fall
swimming through the void
we hear the word
we lose ourselves
but we find it all....
cause we are the ones that want to play
always want to go
but you never want to stay
and we are the ones that want to choose
always want to play
but you never want to lose
aerials, in the sky
when you lose small mind
you free your life
life is a waterfall
we drink from the river
then we turn around and put up our walls
swimming through the void
we hear the word
we lose ourselves
but we find it all...
cause we are the ones that want to play
always want to go
but you never want to stay
and we are the ones that want to choose
always want to play
but you never want to lose
aerials, in the sky
when you lose small mind
you free your life
aerials, so up high
when you free your eyes eternal prize
aerials, in the sky
when you lose small mind
you free your life
aerials, so up high
when you free your eyes eternal prize
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Life is a waterfall,
We won in the river and won again after the fall
Swimming through the void we hear the Word
We lose ourselves but we gain it all
We are the ones that want to play
Always want to go but you never want to stay
We are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play but you never want to lose
Areas, In the sky
When you lose small minds you free your life
Life is a waterfall
We drink from the river then we turn around put up our wall
Swimming through the void we hear the Word
We lose ourselves but we find it all
We are the ones that want to play
Always want to go but you never want to stay
We are the ones that want to choose
Always want to play but you never want to lose
Areas, In the sky
When you lose small minds you free your life
Areas, In the sky
When you free your eye's eternal prize
Areas, In the sky
When you lose small minds you free your life
Areas, so up high
When you free your eye's eternal prize
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hello, my name is Johnny.
well hello, my name is Johnny.
I, like to explain myself, and I like to complain in vain.
Sweet little boy, Johnny.
Sweet little boy, Johnny!
[chorus]
Let me show you the ways you're mine
Let me show you the ways you're mine
Let me help you explain you're mine
When I help you explain you're mine
Hello, my name is Roger.
well hello, my name is Roger.
I, like to proclaim myself; a God, likely ordain myself
Sweet little boy, Roger.
Sweet little boy, Roger!
chorus
Sweet little boy, Johnny.
Sweet little boy Roger!!
chorus 2 times
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