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I'm Racing Isaiah [ ] |
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| My favorite day was when we recorded! Adam got drunk and Rick got deported that day, but Jeff was alright He was okay -- he was alright And no one could take me away, because no one could take me The quip of the day was when I retored "Just get the hell out or you'll be escorted away, and you'll spend all night and all day!" When the box office is closed make sure you put on some clothes, because we're going to be the heirs apparent to all the aborgines and unfit parents Here comes pre-owned Mr. Clean, stepping out ust to be seen I'd keep my distance far from that like the coffin in the laundromat A humid August day the climate so morbid, I got stung by a hornet, there was swarm upon swarm in the air -- but that was alright, yeah, I don't care The vocals were low, the bass was distorded The guitars were out of tune-a totally sordid affair But it was alright, cause you were there Yeah it was alright And where were you when we came from far away? oh you don't need to tell me twice, you know I'm gonna do it right I'm racing Isaiah McAlesse today |
| Look at all the cross-pollination going on in your backyard Then look at all the fr-fr-frustration; you conscience is scarred, your vision charred... but in the end, life ain't hard. And look at all the fertilization of grass so green and sooil so brown Then look at the colonization - a genius from a clown, a city from a town- and who is going to follow you down? Bones and the smiling mackerel grin. They want you to lose, we want you to win. We go where you are, They go where you've been They're pushing you out, we're pulling you in -- and soon we'll be at it again Look at all the deregulation changing every day of the week Then look at all the dull conversation: the bourgois vs. the chic, and you're afraid to speak for fear of sounding obsolete (like Rafeeq) And look at all therenumeration dressed up in a brilliant disguise And look at all the ionization; a positive surprise is locked inside your eyes, and your innocence ensures my demise Bones and the smiling mackerel grin They want you to lose, we want you to win We go where you are and where you've been They're pushing you out, we're pulling you in And sure we'll be at it again! Look at my foolish fixation -- so concered with nomenclature No time to find the cure, have I lost my allure? I guess we'll never be sure... |
| The brothers hatched a plan on kill devil hill. A dangerous endeavor, one that tested their will, on kill devil hill And the angels who see you crying are trying to wish you well But the devils have seen you flying and are summoning you to hell i heard they passed a bill on capitol hill to cover up the incident at kill devil hill And the mother who comforts the pilot is destressed as she waitsfor the word Marooned on a small desert islet, yet he still dreams to be like the bird And when this satellite lands, who will take it off my hands? |
| If it wasn't for me and my handsome pet giant do you think she would be so overly suppliant? I've tried and I've tried and I've tried not to try it but the truth is, my dear, I still don't know why it's so hard... so dnagerous to contemplate So hard... and are we allowed to elevate? The troubles imposed by my handsome pet giant are incredibly insidious and will scare away your client Agree, you agree for you cannot deny it: is there anthing more sexy than the blatantly defiant? Oh no... no matter where you look you'll find... oh no.... the children say that love is blind. |
| Move over, land rover, you're a slow moving toy In the morningyou'll be owning up to what you enjoy Well, she liked rifle battles and fast moving cars, but she hated the opera and she hated guitars So where is all this treatment, Eddie? Is it locked up safe, or loose, like spaghetti? Are you set for tarantulas, are you set for the war? Are you set for the set that will settle the score? She's around again, like an old maneater, so madly buzzing just like the monument swoons and the desert is occupied by all the buffoons She's an accidental tourist, she's a sweet southern belle, andshe says all her pryers but she's going to hell So where, oh where is the golden land? Is it down in the dumps or held in your hand? Have you stowed away safely? Have you hidden your ass? Cause the ground is now growing and its coming up fast! She's the one she's it, she's the genuine deal -- searching out all the stalemates you try to conceal Well, she fattens you up, and then she eats you... oh, she's mystic pizza She was always all ready and already she's gone She's a spookular spectre dissapeared into dawn She's a righteous well-wisher, she'll put in a good word, but while you're stuck in the slammer she's free as a bird! The darkest clouds are closing in but I see a way to lose all your sin: Just talk to Jesus when he meets you -- oh, he's mystic pizza |
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