1. |
Pugilist
03:27
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Punches thrown
For disrespect
Blood was drawn
Your on the deck
Punches thrown
For what you said
Blood was drawn
And now you’re dead
Battered nose
Bruised ego
Shattered jaw
Wounded you
You started out
At center ring
No going back
To corners now
And when it’s over
Will you let it go? (4x)
A fighter’s stance
Is what you take
You hear the words
You think they’re hate
Fists are drawn
Ready to go
Punch your weight
And always throw
You always think
Right or wrong
You tell yourself
It makes you strong
You started out
At center ring
No going back
To corners now
And when it’s over
Will you let it go? (4x)
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2. |
Gasoline
02:14
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The world is powered by gasoline
It’s the best situation we’ve ever seen
The world is running thanks to gasoline
It’s the worst situation we’ve ever seen
In and out and up what we go
What we get is what we know
We keep running and the oil flows
When it stops no one knows
Entropy
settles in
Heat builds
And melt begins
Recognize
but move to slow
Settle down
And overflow
Entropy
settles in
Heat exchange
Doesnt end
Build it now
It needs to end
Entropy entropy!
The world is covered in leafy greens
It’s the best situation we’ve ever seen
They want us to believe that coal is clean
It’s the worst situation I’ve ever seen
Up and down and out we go
What we get is what we know
The world is burning thanks to gasoline
We’re all fucked it’s obscene!
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3. |
Solemnly Swear
02:36
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I
solemnly swear
To tell the truth
I wasn’t aware
That I am so
Smooth
Solemnly swear! (3x)
(I lied for you)
We
took her upstairs
And she was so
True
(I tried for you)
She
Gave me that stare
(I cried for you)
She was so
Rude!
(I lied)
Swallow me whole! (3x)
For the sake of the plot (Yeah!)
I get down on my knees (Get up!)
I gotta know up front (Get down!)
What the back end needs
I’m gonna face the judges (Hey!)
With my game face on (Let’s go!)
I’m gonna win this fight (Right on)
Even if
It goes on and on and on and on and on and on
I go on and on and on and on and on and on
I
Wasn’t even there
But tongues will wag
And lips are loose
I
Humbly declare
That I am so
Cool.
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4. |
5,6,7,8
03:55
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Every word
Every step
Every look
You keep track of me!
Every hope
Every fear
Every dream
And the cameras watching everything
Black does follow everyone
Five six seven eight of them
Follow me when I am not guilty!
Every word
Every step
Every look
You keep track of me!
Every hope
Every fear
Every dream
Keep your eyes
To yourself
Share your thoughts
With no one else
The secret agents
with their private eyes
Are on the corner
so you can sleep at night
Keep your eyes
To yourself
Share your thoughts
With no one else
The secret agents
with their private eyes
Are on the corner
so you can sleep at night
You are not
What we need
You are not
to be believed
You are not
What we wear
You are not
What we care
We are not
to be deceived
We are not
to be believed
We are not
what we wear
We are not
Without a care
You are not
What we read
You are not
To be believed
We are not
What we wear
We are not
Without a care
You are not
What we read
You are not
To be believed
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