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Noise BrigadeWithout any training it's pouring, it's raining.Training or a trade. Hey, you bet I'm afraid. Unequipped with a skill but I'm thrilled with the thrill. Underskilled, unprepared, hey, who wouldn't be scared. Bring on the obstacles and burn me a bridge. I'm not sure, should I call this my range or a ridge? There ain't none too high if I'm up for the climb. I'll go zero to sixty and stop on a dime. A dime for a dozen if that's what you're after. A moment of silence, a lifetime of laughter. On the brighter side and on a happier note The noise, well, it's just love that gets caught in my throat. The end of the line's no the end of a rope. Just a salesman selling a bucket of hope. When my bucket gets kicked and my chips are all cashed. My intention, conventions are finally smashed. The Rascal KingWell he was fueled by a lack, drew inspiration from a need.So many problem to crack and mouths to feed. Crooked was the path, and brazen was the walk. A cocky swagger, up the ladder, and could he ever talk. The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again. The Rascal King behind the bars or the one in front of them. The love of Gd and constant contradictions, With a smile, wink, or nod. What's stranger, fact or fiction? And never ceasing to amaze me on a regular basis. First hand in his pocket or first fist into the faces. The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again. The Rascal King behind the bars or the one in front of them. A legendary character. When? Only then. Where? Only there. A hero or a hooligan? Well, that part's just never clear. Pride or shame, it's all the same. Who's innocent or who's to blame? Politics or just a game? Well in the end they knew his name. The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again. The Rascal King behind the bars or the one in front of them? Royal OilRoyal Oil, come on bubble and boil.Stabs like a dagger, makes you stagger on the hot tin foil. Mind your mind or it will surely spoil, then you sleep down in the soil. Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil. When you smoke or poke the poison you lose the chance to be tomorrow. Look out on the horizon and see the sadness, the pain and sorrow. I can't say enough about the stuff or what it has in store. When you smoke or poke hte poison you can't be anymore. Royal Oil, come on bubble and boil. Stabs like a dagger, make you stagger on the hot tin foil. Mind your mind or it will surely spoil, then you sleep down in the soil. Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil. Royal Oil has cut many down to size. Spikes gonna strike the weak and strong alike. And then forever, and ever close those eyes. Make up your mind to keep your mind up and to your life be loyal. Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil. Royal Oil, big trouble brewing. Long lonely road, long road to ruin. Wrong path to take, great big mistake. And then you sleep down in the soil. Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil. The Impression That I GetHave you ever been close to tragedy? Or been close to folks who have?Have you ever felt the pain so powerful, so heavy you collapse? I've never had to knock on wood, but I know someone who has. Which makes me wonder if I could. It makes me wonder if I've never had to knock on wood. And I'm glad I haven't yet because I'm sure it isn't good, That's the impression that I get. Have you ever felt the odds stacked up so high, you need a strength most don't possess? Or has it come down to do or die? You've got to rise above the rest. I've never had to knock on wood, but I know someone who has. It makes me wonder if I could. It makes me wonder if I've never had to knock on wood. And I'm glad I haven't yet, because I'm sure it isn't good. That's the impression that I get. I'm not a coward, I've just never been tested. I'd like to think that if I was I would pass. Look at the tested, and think there but for the grace go I. Might be a coward, I'm afraid of what I might find out. I've never had to knock on wood, but I know someone who has. Which makes me wonder if I could. It makes me wonder if I've never had to knock on wood. And I'm glad I haven't yet because I'm sure it isn't good. That's the impression that I get. Never have, I'd better knock on wood. 'Cause I know someone who has. Wonder if I could, it makes me wonder if I've never had to. I'd better knock on wood 'cause I'm sure it isn't good. And I'm glad I haven't yet, that's the impression that I get. Let's Face ItIt's so hard to face that in this day and ageSomebody's race could trigger somebody's rage. And somebody's preference can drive some total stranger To make somebody, somehow feel the wrath of their anger. Why were we put here? What for? We're unsure. We sure weren't put here to hate Be racist, be sexist, Be sure we won't stand for your hate. Why so cut and dry? A simple concept missed. Give tolerance a try, this confusion still exists. Ignorant mongers, no area's gray. Couldn't be any wronger in this age and day. Why were we put here? What for? We're unsure. We sure weren't put here to hate. Be racist, be sexist, be bigots Be sure we won't stand for your hate. Now how far have we come? How come there are still some who won't let some march To the beat of a different drum? To face it, it's so hard, you must be on your guard. It's not okay and you're not free to be a different way. Let's try to erase it, it's time that we face it. If we don't, then who will? Shame on us. Let's try to erase it, it's time that we face it. Let's face it, the time is upon us. That Bug Bit MeThat bug bit me, I'll admit,Stunned - it took a while to hit. But when it hit me, I was hit. Shit, I came clean with it. No match, who am I so why try to deny it? Just a regular guy who won't even try it. The bug's been around since time began. It's bitten bigger badder bastards than the one I am. It can cripple and it can paralyze. When I felt its tooth I told the truth To my surprise I saw the bug and I gotta say Ahh, I tried to get away. I tried to run, I tried to fight but the bug was there to bite. No match, who am I? Must respect the insect, it injects and infects. If I may interject, I love the effects. The bug's been around since time began. It's bitten bigger badder bastards than the one I am. It can cripple and it can paralyze. When I felt its tooth I told the truth to my surprise. Another Drinkin' SongGonna dive into a dive I've dove into before.Gonna aunt a haunt I've haunted like a million times or more. A familiar joint where getting drunk's the only point. To frequent this place with any frequency at all. Countin' on a remedy I've counted on before. Goin' with a cure that's never failed me. What you call the disease, I call the remedy. What you're callin' the cause, I call the cure. Gonna sing a song, a song to you, a song I've sung before. Belt out a ballad that I've belted out a million times or more. The words I'm gonna scream, And getting drunk is the central theme to the lyrics If you can make the lyrics out at all. Countin' on a remedy I've counted on before. Goin' with a cure that's never failed me. What you call the disease, I call the remedy. What you're callin' the cause, I call the cure. Just a devotion to a potion. Please, no applause. A dedication to a medication. A crutch, a cure, a cause. What I've counted on to pick me up has knocked me to my knees. Before I hit the floor once more I'll call it the disease. Numbered DaysFamiliar with his kind, he'll beat someone down just for fun.He's got an ax to grind and he'll target anyone. Brass knuckles in his pocket, steel-toed shoes. Life of the party when you factor in booze. Familiar with his kind, he'll target anyone. He's got a group of friend and they're all like minded guys. The fun never ends and the party never dies. Somebody crossed their path at the worst time to do it. Toes to the temple and he didn't live through it. He's got a group of friends, they'll target anyone. Violence, when till they learn? Time's running out and the tables will turn. The days have been numbered and your number's coming up. Senseless, when will they learn? Time's running out and the tables will turn. The days have been numbered and your number's coming up. The charge what? Homicide? Alone he took the fall. His friends all testified, they weren't there at all. He cried like a baby when his sentenced was passed. For himself and not the victim, but this victim was his last. Still familiar with his kind, too many of them left behind. Up to all that he once was. No other reason, just because. Too many incidents, none are isolated. Each coincidence is closely related. Familiar with his kind, he'll target anyone. Break So EasilyYou would break so easily, so fragile that it frighens me.A harsh sudden reality, a painful possibility. To see it's like the strangest dream to be it needs to still be seen. As loud as any noise you've heard, as quiet as a whispered word. Try to answer questions forced, forced inside of me. You were forced across the line, you're not providing me. You would break so easily, I watched you break so easily. What's it like to be right up against, not stay on this side of the fence. A line so fine it can't be traced, a life so suddenly erased.Two came through just like a train. A flash and nothing's been the same. Try to answer questions forced, forced inside of me. You were forced across the line, you're not providing me. Provinding me with what I need to put a cover on you. You took the answers when you broke, so easily you're gone. Once the same until you broke so easily. Tell me now. Nevermind MeHe didn't hit me for a home or hit me up 'cause he was cold.He was addicted to drugs and I could see that in his eyes. What about me? Well I was only rolled, he didn't rob me for food. It wasn't hunger but a jonze. He needed a fix, someone will fix my broken bones. And I'll feel better in the morning, the pain will fade as time goes by. What was taken, I won't miss or I'll replace. Nevermind me, well I'm all right. He seemed to hate what he was doing, He sure knew how to get it done. Possessed by an addiction I don't have to comprehend. What about me? Well he whipped me with a gun, he didn't rob me for food. It wasn't hunger but a jonze. He needed a fix, someone will fix my broken bones. And I'll feel better in the morning, the pain will fade as time goes by. What was taken, I won't miss or I'll replace. Nevermind me, well I'm all right. DesensitizedWoke up early on the tenth anniversary.GOOD MORNING. Fit in clips of it between food prep shorts, weather reports. Check the days' commute and a look at sports. I remember how the wind was knocked from me before it became footage. A footnote in history. Recently I heard it could have been avoided. It shouldn't have occurred. A fundamental obligation to my parents and my kids. LIFE gave me a glimpse of it. Don't know who shot him, they never caught him. Let's get to the bottom and blow off the lid. I'm trying to keep a balance like the plates on top of sticks. Chip away 'til it goes down, when it goes down apply the kicks. Recently I think I heard it could have been avoided. It shouldn't have occurred. Sadly we're all desensitized to all the scandals and cover-ups, The conspiracies and lies. 1-2-8They played something, they made something.Brand new, a baby blue machine. Brass tacks, duct tape, for the great escape. Packed in here like sardines. Back and forth, East, south, west, north. Shred the atlas, burn the map. Often lost and path criss-crossed. Wake me up, I need a nap. They did something which meant something and that got them some attention. Eyes wide, a roller coaster ride. Great pride in this invention. I think they're selling snake oil, At the dog and pony show in the garden. Gee, would you pardon me and by the way how does it grow? The explaination's unexplainable. Holding onto something once dreamt attainable. The course was never charted so don't look into the books. The secret's not the recipe, it's got to be the cooks. They made something, they played something. Blood, sweat, and elbow grease. If you can't stand the heat in the kitchen get out. It will increase. Last train to where? Hey, get out of here. Nothing's measured and nothing's weighed. A dash of honesty in the recipe. That's the first mistake you've made. 1,2 what's in the stew? 3,4 no one's really sure. 5,6 what's in the mix? |
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