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They come from every state to find Some dreams were meant to be declined Tell the man what did you have in mind What have you come to do No turning water into wine No learning while you´re in the

Give it up to this planet full of strife We’re the brothers cup cuttin’ sharp as a knife With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap The cups went up like a natural fact It was

Drivin’ around I’ve got my baby and my top down Mary-go-round I ride you for my love Throwin’ me down in the backseat underground I’m on the mound I make it for my love Who, you talking to, talk to

Welcome friends to my thoughts of when the fax city 4 were four young men time has come, now we jam with the uplift mofo party plan we’re the organic anti-beat box band One comes from the holy land another

I’ve got a soul That can not sleep At night when something Just ain’t right Blood red But without sight Exploding egos In the night Mix like sticks Of dynamite Red black or white This is my fight Come on

I can’t rest in war Will you be my friend Dark Ages never change I can’t comprehend Kiss me we self destruct Can you hear me Lord Yes I think we’re fucked But I can’t rest in war The righteous

Close to my skin I´m falling in Someone who´s been Sittin? by the phone I´m left alone In another zone John says to live above hell and My will is well No one is waiting For me to fail and

Can I get your hand to write on Just a piece of lead to bite on What am I to fly my kite on Do you want to flash your light on Take a look it´s on display – for

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got ‘em for sale Hot tamales and they red not, yes, she got ‘em for sale I got a girl, say she long and tall She sleeps in the kitchen with her

Thirty dirty birds Sitting on a curb Chirping and Burping And eating Dirty earthworms Along comes Herbie From thirty-third And third Saw the thirty Dirty birds Sitting on a curb Chirping and Burping And eating Dirty earthworms Boy he was

This is the place where all The junkies go Where time gets fast But everything gets slow Can I get some vaseline Step into a modern scene Take a chance of that Which seems to be The making of a

Throw away your television Time to make this clean decision Master waits for it´s collision now It´s a repeat of a story told It´s a repeat and it´s getting old Throw away your television Make a break big intermission Recreate

Because I´m happy to be sad I want it all I want it bad Oh-oh-it´s what I know A vintage year for pop I hear The middle of the end is near Torture me and torture me It´s forcin? me

You are my god, you are my dog You kept me close, love never lost I called you hippie, you said fuck off Said your brother’s a real punk rocker REFRAIN: Something gonna happen Something very soon Transcending flesh could