You need more, you need more, you need more You need more, you need more, you need more You need more, you need more, you need more Boy, it's tough getting
Chorus: (sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed") Pen predator Pen predator, et cetera et cetera (7X) Pen predator, et cetera, yeah
Love so incredible to know It's never gonna go, never gonna go Love too impossible and true For anyone but You, for anyone but You I think I'm on the
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At Farnley Park cricket ground there's a Sycamore tree And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary I think that someone slapped a Preservation Order
At farnley park cricket ground there's a sycamore tree And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary I think that someone slapped a preservation order
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee There is a sign at the side of Thee, merciful and mighty God in three
--various b-sides, etc...-- "Indian Summer" (Beat Happening) Breakfast in cemetery Boy tastin wild cherry Touch girl, apple blossom Just a boy playin
Right here's the definitive rant Slates drive me bats Male slates I bait Male slates, male slags Male slates, male slags and apes Male slags, slags
I see him coming We hold our rock we are ready The thing we'll do to him They aren't fit for anyone Hey this is serious business I'm gonna hate
You're not punk and I'm telling everyone. Save your breath, I never was one. You don't know what I'm all about. Like killing cops and reading Kerouac.
Friend called today Said "No more no way" He saw things different today Ran out of trust The world ain't big enough For a feeling
Did you ever have one of those days This is a day like any other day You are free to wake up and shave Soapy hands fumbling on porcelain Hot, good coffee
Walked beyond the fence, played outside our yard. You took it hard. Through a one-way door hinged high on doubt. No ins, no outs. I like my clothes. Don
Welcome to your new home. Here's your bed. You'll sleep alone. Getting everything you wanted and some. Here's the kitchen. Cook alone. Look at the water
Swallow your pride. But take it slow. What's left inside without your words You might just choke on it. And you wouldn't want to do a thing like that.
I lost all my thoughts of angels in an aspirin billboard Walking down 16th street, hit the cross street Catatonia I wish I had the strength to do
No kind of love No kind of love I don't wanna make no scene Lovers come and go Or make you mrs. anyone Or make you mr. me I'm into you