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Me Likey!
Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of Kingdom and pope
Like good Christians some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands, to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon it went
And till the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied, stole and bought a homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
The Blue and Grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war was over
They stuffed it just like a hog
And though the past has its share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But its protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey
The spirit was freedom and justice
And its keepers seemed generous and kind
Its leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
Cause the people grew fat and got lazy
Now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watchin'
The cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner we can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watchin'
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
America...America...America...America...
Songwriters: JERRY EDMONTON, JOHN KAY
Can I tell you something?
Got to tell you one thing.
If you expect the freedom
That you say is yours,
Prove that you deserve it.
Help us to preserve it,
Or being free will just be
Words and nothing more.
Songwriters: DAVID C HOPE, PHIL EHART, RICHARD JOHN WILLIAMS, STEVE WALSH
WE WANT YOUR SOUL
Your cellphone your wallet your time your ideas
No barcode no party no iodine no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your timeoff, your fashions,your sex your goatse your grass your ...., your ... your laughs your highs, we write it all
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Tell us Your Habits, Your Facts, Your Fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your skedule, your desktop, your details, your life.
Show us your children, your photos, your home.
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on two
Well show you things well show you swings
We'll buy you things,llamas,big yard birds
Well sell you crap well charge you fat
Were gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Your thoughts Your emotions Your loves Your dreams Your checkbook Your essecnse Your sweat Your screams Your security Your soberiety Your innocence innocence society your self Your place Your distance Your space
Go back to bed america your government is in control again here watch this shut up...you are free to do as we tell you.....you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul
Here's boy bands here's matters, here's Britney, here's Cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some plur
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's Timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Go back to bed america your government is in control again here heres amerikan gladiators watch this shut up...go back to bed america heres amerikan gladiators here is 56 channels of it, watch these picturary ......s bang their ....in` skulls together & congratualte you on living in the land of freedom here you go america you are free to do as we tell you.....you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul x 5
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
No cookies no stray no drop-outs no gays no leftys no no lunnies no opinions no way no bankers no teachers no facts no freaks
No skaters no tweekers no truth
Songwriters: ADAM CHARLES FREELAND, DAMIAN TAYLOR
Your cellphone your wallet your time your ideas
No barcode no party no iodine no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your timeoff, your fashions,your sex your goatse your grass your ...., your ... your laughs your highs, we write it all
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Tell us Your Habits, Your Facts, Your Fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your skedule, your desktop, your details, your life.
Show us your children, your photos, your home.
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on two
Well show you things well show you swings
We'll buy you things,llamas,big yard birds
Well sell you crap well charge you fat
Were gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Your thoughts Your emotions Your loves Your dreams Your checkbook Your essecnse Your sweat Your screams Your security Your soberiety Your innocence innocence society your self Your place Your distance Your space
Go back to bed america your government is in control again here watch this shut up...you are free to do as we tell you.....you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul
Here's boy bands here's matters, here's Britney, here's Cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some plur
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars, here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's Timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's colegen, here's all night bars, here's plastic hips
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
Go back to bed america your government is in control again here heres amerikan gladiators watch this shut up...go back to bed america heres amerikan gladiators here is 56 channels of it, watch these picturary ......s bang their ....in` skulls together & congratualte you on living in the land of freedom here you go america you are free to do as we tell you.....you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul x 5
We want your soul x 5
Your Cash, Your House, Your Phone, Your Life, Your Cash, Your House, Your Life
No cookies no stray no drop-outs no gays no leftys no no lunnies no opinions no way no bankers no teachers no facts no freaks
No skaters no tweekers no truth
Songwriters: ADAM CHARLES FREELAND, DAMIAN TAYLOR
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Headphones.
If not, plant thine head between yer speakerseses.
If not, plant thine head between yer speakerseses.
The sun had been up for a couple of hours,
Covered the ground with a layer of gold.
Spirits were high and the raining had stopped,
The larder was low, But boy that wasn't all.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Couldn't get them very far.
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised.
Out on the road in the direction of Perth,
Backwards and forwards in a circle they went.
Found a city half open and ready to greet,
The conquering heros, with blisters on their feet.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Somehow got them all this far.
Daddy! You Promised, You Promised.
See the Stewart are dressed up
He's got eyes in the back of his head.
Who came in a cockleshell boat
That could only just float,
Couldn't even lift a sword.
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine.
Daddy you've got to go!
Here come the bishop all dressed up
He's gonna bless you if you're ready to pay
One wave of his funny old stick,
There's a band of light across your eyes.
Waited a week still they hadn't appeared,
That glorious timing that everyone feared.
So they're riding along on the crest of a wave,
They're headed for London, And that will be their grave
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Well he couldn't get them down that far
Daddy! I'm waiting, I'm waiting
Time to go to bed now
Never seems too keen
To be a guest now
In a house of dreams
Flying from a hillside
Beckoning the trees
A sailboat's awning
Mimicking the breeze
I'm fighting gravity falling
My Daddy won't let them get me
A voice screams seems to be calling
The face turns features are burning.
Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand alone.
Bury your memories bury your friends,
Leave it alone for a year or two.
Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true,
Then do it again. Some Things never end.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Won't be going very far.
You Promised, You Promised, You Promised.
DADDY!
Songwriters: MICHAEL RUTHERFORD, STEVEN HACKETT, TONY BANKS
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first
(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?,
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?,
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
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