dope beat Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion A
ready for the jump off? I'm in a traffic jam with the punk ass cops behind me In a raid van understand I got a demon in my trunk And it's face change
kun In this order Ok! Oyamada keigo (cornelius) Cornelius? what's that? A grownup? A grownup. precisely. You mean like a person? A person yes
with a crooked, cracked fang You always hoped one day you'd be mine Threw our fathers on funeral pyres I'm not sure we were playing a game Busted gasket in a
have on my black tee Murder me a nigga catch a cab on a back street I ain't sellin' dope I'm in the lab in my black tee I always pack a pistol for them
the family all West Indian I for, lemme see some lighters now, call you Ya me, me in a band which is poor in need Ya must see, man a don, nah me no
no guns, no bombs and no diseases, no hungry mouths to feed. From a distance, we are instruments, matching in a common band, playing songs of hope, playing
a fancy fire As we dance, you sure can dance Dance dance You I will never forget, I hope you'll remember me later We're swimmin' in a puddle of sweat
You're missing the point, kid spark the joint It's the way that you live, when you're a lucky boy This recipe yeah you know me This 5-piece band
Nelson's band who plays harmoniaca Celebrates Chanukah Osama Bin Laden Not a big fan of the Jews Well maybe that 's because he lost a figure-skating match
like he the man when I'm really a Thundercat Come on you know the tics connect like Voltron Collect so much grass popo thinking we mow lawns My gohans don't match that But it matches
band who plays harmonica celebrates Chanukah Osama bin Laden, not a big fan of the Jews Well maybe that's 'cause he lost a figure skating match to
, guess who's gonna be there? Uh, who? My favorite cover band, Crystal Ship Wow Yeah, they do a Doors show You'd be really impressed, in fact, it goes a
bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band
, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band
Windows, The Walls, even the Door Knobs Ultimately, the band opted to carry on under the original doors name auditioning new singers One young hopeful, a
Well, let me tell ya, everybody When push comes to shove We know what Michael Jackson can do with that glove Somebody throw him a Pepsi And one for Billie Jean Now light a match