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I'll tell you what I want... I want something now |
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This is the life like I left, you know what I mean?" |
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[Verse 1] |
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Like Bekowsky the alcoholic author |
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Son of the devil I turn wine into water |
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My physical forms a metaphor for disorder |
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Absorb the trauma, my state is before the light |
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And I am short of time, short to find my keeper |
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Alive within reach of the reaper |
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The lights sleeper drifts deeper into darkness |
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Read my palm and see the evil of my forefather's |
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Born after the last generation of gypsies |
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Move from the sticks to the city's |
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Give me 26 characters for home sick travellers |
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Bi-centennial men, hunter gatherers |
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Who run with the scavengers and brave the dangers |
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My tongue a labyrinth in this maze of pages |
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Playin' David, I stand defiant to the last standing giant |
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The android man, I walk silent and talk science |
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The child who sought guidance |
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The war cry echoes through these blood stained empires |
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[Hook] |
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"A man of many premonitions, Jehst" |
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"... Scruffy little man from the wasteland..." |
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"Moo jew sipping step children off the earth was... |
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Fixing Smirnoff with anti-liner burner" |
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"A man of many premonitions, Jehst" |
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"... Scruffy little man from the wasteland..." |
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"Moo jew sipping step children off the earth was..." |
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"Speaking in barbed wire tongues" |
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[Verse 2] |
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Fascinated by the fire like a child try'na touch the flame |
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I see change like a busk, everything stay much the same |
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Cut the weather vein |
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I hear blood water tapping out the lords morse code on my window pane |
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I rain dance 'till the harvest comes |
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Brave hearts keep beating to the hardest drums |
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Bastard sons are lost God's long forgotton |
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Monolithic heads on this island gone rotten |
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On top of the world or on the bottom of the food chain |
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We stay the same but our fears take a new name |
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We're all players so place your bets |
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You made your bed, lay in it and pray for the best |
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Death's door stays open to all without prejudice |
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I'm the fifth element of war with my nemesis |
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Brain storm genesis this is the start |
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My whole world's overcast so I live in the dark |
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I adapt now my vision is sharp |
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Go home to my house made of glass |
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And throw stones for a laugh |
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The favourite that came in last |
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I clutch at straws and I'm cut by a blade of grass |
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I done enough for you, you've done nothing for me |
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I'm puffing the tree, the bloodshed you're rushing to see |
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"Look we gotta hold ourselves together... we got to |
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See man if we go to pieces somebody out there's gonna get us" |
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"Latest sports news off the street box |
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Our friend's are on second base and trying to make it all the way home |
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But the inside word is that the odds are against them |
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Stay tuned bumba ras, stay tuned |