the living and rock the dead. So get off your seat and rock to the beat to the beat stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp your feet to the Bomme, Bomme, Bomme, Bommerlunder
We sit calm now, we sit strong Where the monkeys, where the show? But if you come along Yeah, you'll be alright Some say that we're back in school Back
Drag me by my ankles To the bottom of the ocean There I'll stay forever Until you come back from England The London bombs The London bombs The London
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold So much more than I thought this world could ever hold We think we're heroes, we think we're kings
It isn't easy To continue what we've got here what should we do? It's been years since the first time it started I thought I knew I'm not the same person
I used to stay away I used to stay away from you Such a funny thing The liars in us do. I used to stray away I used to stray away from truth I cling
From the 22nd floor Walking down the corridor Looking out the picture window down On Sycamore While perspective lines converge Rows of cars and buses
I will always keep my shit, underneath the surface Because the way i flow, the mainstream don't deserve this I'm set out to break backs on tracks, and
Tell me what the fuck's goin' on ya'll?? We're droppin' bombs up in this bitch!! Tell me what's goin' on!? Ya'll better recognize Psychopathic DROPPIN
They implanted bombs in their stomachs And then they started to talk Their tummies would feel funny They knew the bombs were activated
The one I love is lost without the least bit of explanation Just goes to show the futility of self-preservation Now all I seem to see is all this war
Let's run for cover We gotta escape They're dropping bombs on the Empire State And the streets are filled with children Who will never grow old All because
If it were just another day You know I might have stayed But I couldn't hang around To be beaten to the ground You asked me for something You know I
I'd like to think about her and the way she used to love me But I just can't live without her 'cause her arms are not around me And the season's getting
I'm a dreamer by nature and I've always been tryin' To dream myself out of this world that I'm in In my dreams I escape all the troubles around And it
Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around The harlequin dances In a costume of green Spin around But under his makeup His age can't be seen Spin around
My dusty feet have kicked the stones Between a thousand railroad ties From Boston down to New Orleans I left the girls a-cryin' But I've still got some
The last face that I looked on Can't recall too much about The image of it left me Each time the lights went out The last mind that I wandered I remember