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Rhythm denotes the regular pattern flow Of sound and movement and speech ya know Rhythm dictates the soul to stop and go Of the sound that moves the streets ya know In a natural phenomenon boom And it makes ya wanna do it 'till you Gotta go Boom over here, boom over there Boom everywhere Boom over here, boom over there Boom everywhere The best is sweet and it melts in your mouth This ain't no shit, no doubt You gotta take things, break things Everybody take things to a higher level Pumpin', jumpin', a physical activity Pumpin', jumpin', a physical profanity I make the drum speak the language of rhythm I create this boom for you Boom over here, boom over there Boom everywhere Boom over here, boom over there Boom everywhere |
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Mick mars: The blues have always been A big part of my life And a major influence on my Guitar playing Guitar heroes such as Jeff Beck, Richie Blackmore On this tune you may hear some of my I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as And Jimi Hendrix to name a few I enjoyed playing it.
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All these years An angry child Broken, shattered Torn inside Father Where were you? Where were... I feel old I feel dead Barely hangin' By a thread Father Where were you? Where were... To my father How could you run? You walked away Abandoned your son Broke my heart Left me dyin' So fucked up Where I came from What's a father without a son? It's like a bullet without a gun I live to die, I'll fly away You're the knife and I'm the prey But you're dead, so fucking dead We all gotta die, so fucking die I love you Daddy |
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She's a revolution
Anarchy in hell on high heels, on high heels I get called the villain Washin' down my love with her pills Lips are speakin' chaos but her eyes Are as blue as the sea She carries Mother's Bible mixes valium with her beliefs Oh yeah, and you know she gets me high I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's walkin' trouble with her innocence I'll just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She keeps me high, Miss Babykills My Babykills says, she's sugar but she's spicy Licks the venom off her lips Dresses like a school girl Loves her poisoned fingertips I just know I love her Sent from up above for me [Incomprehensible] And you know she gets me high I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's talkin' trouble with her innocence I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She keeps me high, Miss Babykills I've seen flowers and razors in her hair She's walkin' trouble with her innocence I just sit here thinkin' on my window sill She takes me higher, takes me higher I've seen flowers and I've seen razors blades I just sit here dreamin' of my latest fill She steals' my heart, Miss Babykills |
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Drop dead beauties, stompin up a storm
Lines of hell on our face Bruised bad apples ..crawling through the night Busted loose..runaway!!! Always always Thrill without a motive 30 days just a haze Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Cross eyed derilicts coming An iron horse between our legs Tattoos an black manes flowin everydays A holidayze ********* Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Modern times an new bloods pumpin Only the strong survive Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie I gotta get away Where ona holiday, hooligans holiday I'm on a holiday.... hooligans I gotta get away ....hooligans holiday Where on a holiday hooligans Everybody wants a piece of the action Everybody wants some piece of the pie |
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Act like Jesus crucified again. These four wall are closing in. Who and what do you think you are, a rich mother fucker in a fancy car? Concrete jackel suckin' on the past, goldcard junkie kissin money's ass. You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go. Hammered. You're more harm than my old vice and I don't want to know. Hey, Hey, you're hammer, hammer poor. Now you're feelin low, tired and beaten. Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul. Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the hole. Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. Hey, Mr. big time Hollywood, tell your story walkin' if you think you could. Your money's runnin' low from your cocaine whores, nothin' but a rat scratchin' at my door. Hey, now I've said all I'm gonna say. time will judge, see who fades away. You're the monkey on my back and it's time for you to go. Hammered. You're more harm than my old vice and I don't want to know. Hey, Hey, you're hammer, hammer poor. Now you're feelin low, tired and beaten. Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul. Hell, ain't livin' six feet in the hole. Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. |
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