guess it's just too late for you All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice Keep it up
tone of my voice Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice, yeah
wilderness, yes we can It was the call of workers who organized Women who reached for the ballots A President who chose the moon as our new frontier
like snitches out there droppin' dimes, Get yo' shit drawers up out my hamper, the survivalist represent the next black panther [Dee] I hang with blacks and you hang
flesh and bones +Organic Electricity+ chromosomes I'm home alone, but not by choice I pick up the phone and I hear a strange voice Hocus pocus, boogedy
float acrooss the map Floss that anything yell endorse that Electric company money honey gin romie Wrap 'em like a mummy his style bummy Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly Deuce flicks new
tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum The ocean wild like an organ played
, name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six days I shot at Jesus with a tech fives times Hanging the pope with six strings
. Today I'm going to tell you a story about when I was a very young, little count. I'm going to tell you about the first day I went to school.] (Creepy organ
tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum The ocean wild like an organ played
't you dare to call his bluff, he's well organized You will never switch him off, when you're hypnotized Don't you dare to call his bluff, he's well organized
tears & howling embodied a female form: Mother of all beings Like a faint shadow she rose from the ground trembling & pale like a new-born child beneath
water and hail mary luck shut up fucker enjoy the alcatraz shower fun and mommys madam cliche generation X agnostic front not the nify faith since ninteen fify eight before the new new
a man on the radio saying, "We're facing an economic hell" It creates a vision in my head of ten thousand kids sent off to kill There's always a voice
dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible Of the drugs taking effect. he crosses the border east into new mexico. there is now no question
all want new coats When all's said and done They're all worn out from being walked upon There comes a time when we organize When we take control of
You see him hanging there He's upside down, nice little twist Because we're gonna nail Mr. Light on right up To that cross and leave him hanging there
