JETS The Jets are gonna have their day Tonight The Jets are gonna have their way Tonight The Puerto Ricans grumble 'Fair fight' But if they start a rumble
Trams of Old London Taking my baby into the past And it's trams of Old London Blow my mind Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill Rolling slowly up there
Don't want no television I don't need another drink I don't need drugs or chemicals Don't even wanna think All I wanna look for is a place Where I can
Never straight and narrow I won't keep in time Tend to burn the arrow Out of the line Been inclined to wander Off the beaten track That's where there
Congregation unity; faint as your ideology Concentrate all in sterility Morals runs riot in an endless variety Of fragmentary post-solidarity Never share
no, i won't chicken out hey, wait, babe wait up now hey babe, wait up now if we could find a space where we could both stretch out roll like coney island
There is a place within every living thing that holds the key to its creation It is in this place we find who we are It is also in this place we find
[Chuck verse 1] We dont control sht No education Enforcement Economics Depending on governments Forever in a plantation state Damn this is why i hate
[verse 1] Celebrity the new drug In america Gotta have it Gotta be it So the young ones see it Watch out now Looka here now In these get rich or die tryin
Yea You're coming off like you're Van Damme You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am You've got names like Billy Ray Now you sing 'Hip Hop Hooray' Put your
Tilling my own grave to keep me level, jam another dragon down the hole Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren One that pushes me along
Help me if you can It's just that this is not the way I'm wired, so could you please Help me understand why You've given in to all these reckless dark
Lost again, broken and weary Unable to find my way Tail in hand, dizzy and clearly Unable to just let this go I am surrendering To gravity and the unknown
Don't fret precious, I'm here Step away from the window Go back to sleep Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come Counting bodies like
Say hello to the rug's topography It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it Say hello to the shrinking in your head You can't see it
So glad to see you well Overcome and completely silent now With heaven's help You cast your demons out And not to pull your halo down Around your neck
Disappear, disappear Higher, higher Into the air Slowly disappear No, no longer here Disappear, disappear Thinner, thinner Into the air Never really
From dehumanization to arms, production for the benefit of the nation or it's destruction? Power is power the law of the land, those living for death