She Makes Me Wanna Die
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Sun Aug-29-04 09:44 PM
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She makes me wanna die Change my stride Then I’ll fly Look to the sun See me in psychic pollution Walking on the moon How could you dare? Who do you think you are? You’re insignificant A small piece, an ism No more no less You try to learn the universe Can’t even converse in uni-verse You know it’s ironic smoking hydroponic She makes me wanna diehttp://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tricky/140660.htmlor if you prefer... I got a letter from the government The other day Opened it and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me givin’ a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like myself Because I never did I wasn’t wit’ it, but just that very minute... It occurred to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin’ as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin’ in the state pen I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor I’m not a fugitive on the run But a brother like me begun, to be another one Public enemy servin’ time, they drew the line y’all They criticize me for some crimehttp://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tricky/140631.html
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Sun Aug-29-04 09:46 PM
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you were speaking of little Debbie, and her oatmeal pie. Hmmph.
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Sun Aug-29-04 10:22 PM
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2. Is this a lyric thread? |
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Here's my entry, from David Bowie: The Voyeur of Utter Destruction
I shake And stare at the sun Till my eyes burn I shake At the mothers brutal vermin I shake And stare at the watery moon With the same desire As the sober Philistine I shake Turn and turn again Worm, the pain and blade Turn and turn again The screw Is a tightening Atrocity I shake For the reeking flesh Is as romantic as hell The need To have seen it all The Voyeur of Utter Destruction As beauty I shake Turn and turn again I shake
Research has pierced All extremes of my sex Call it a day Call it a day Needle point life Blinds the will to be next Call it a day Call it a day
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