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ELVIS COSTELLO lyrics - Armed Forces

Two Little Hitlers

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Why are we racing to be so old? I'm up late pacing the floor I won't be told You have your reservations I'm bought and sold I'll face the music I'll face the facts Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks Bowing and squawking Running after titbits Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit Two little Hitlers will fight it out until One little Hitler does the other one's will I will return I will not burn Down in the basement I need my head examined I need my eyes excited I'd like to join the party But I was not invited You make a member of me I'll be delighted I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town Dial me a Valentine She's a smooth operator It's all so calculated She's got a calculator She's my soft touch typewriter And I'm the great dictator (Chorus) A simple game of self-respect You flick a switch and the world goes off Nobody jumps as you expect I would have thought you would have had enough by now You call selective dating For some effective mating I thought I'd let you down, dear But you were just deflating I knew right from the start We'd end up hating Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all You say you'll never know him He's an unnatural man He doesn't want your pleasure He wants as no one can He wants to know the names of All those he's better than (Chorus) I will return I will not burn (repeats)

Survival Of The Fittest

Biohazard "Biohazard"
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast In hating all of the bullshit you give me doubt my future, present and past Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall, my back to the wall I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for you It's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow, I will not break Nor will my balls, altough that I've seen that you've tried before Why are people fake? Chorus: Maybe you're older, wiser on your own right, it's your mistake I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face I see the world in a different light Things not always black and white Through all these years still, to this day My hardened eyes see only shades of grey I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong Always put me down for things I've said and done Can't you see it's a war that can't be won Lead A war that can't be won Living in your world seems so clear and concise Shutting out reality makes everything so nice Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday See my tattered canvass bleedign shades of grey Chorus

Gasoline Dreams

OUTKAST "Stankonia"
(feat. Khujo (Goodie Mob)) Alright [Repeat 28X] [Hook] Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline Well burn motherfucka burn American Dream Don't everybody like the taste of Apple Pie We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why I hear that mother nature's now on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go [Andre 3000] All of my heroes did dope Every nigga round me playin' married Or payin child support I can't cope Never made no sense to me one day I hope it will And that's that, sport, sport Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married With kids, woe woe The world is movin fast and I'm losin' my balance No time to dig, low low To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up Ya wit me say shiiit, sho sho Now let me ask ya'll this [Hook] [Big Boi] It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time On a first offense drug bust, fuck the Holice That's if ya racist or ya crooked Arrest me 4 this dope I didn't weight it up or cook it You gotta charge the world cause over a million people took it Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid Officer, get off me sir Don't make me call L.A. he'll have ya walking sir A couple of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the city But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity About the youngsters amongst us You think they respect the law They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin' And giving the youth the truth from this booth And when we on stage we scream Don't everybody everybody [Hook] [Khujo] Officer of the most high You touch me you touch the apple of this eye If they kick us out where will we go Not to Africa cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kin folk Still eatin' pork Abomination desecration for beating flesh Penalty for violation is death Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgement day Hip Hip Hooray! Mr. Reaper Babylon the great The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled The liquor fire is calling [Hook]

Fragile Happiness

Bodyjar
We came to see you yesterday. Your car was gone but that's okay. We thought that she might bring you back, in time but I don't know. I can't figure it out and I don't understand. You haven't got room and you don't give a damn. You're cutting us out, you don't need anyone. We thought that you might have needed someone. Did you ever realise we were your friends? Aah I never needed you to say goodbye. For some reason I feel like making amends with you and I will try to tell you one more time. What can I say, what can I try? But I already worked out why. You're all alone too scared to leave, you cut us out. I can't say any lies, I can't give anymore and this has happened twice before. Just open your eyes, you can't do it again. I know that you will, it'll hurt the same way. I know you need it but it hurts too much to try. You need a reason, you're too blind, to know what's right. Now that you've gone, we'll talk some day. I know that you'll be the same one day. Your pointed lies, your false disguise. Your double standards. - Rachel Lamb -

Double Standard

Bodyjar
We came to see you yesterday. Your car was gone but that's okay. We thought that she might bring you back, in time but I don't know. I can't figure it out and I don't understand. You haven't got room and you don't give a damn. You're cutting us out, you don't need anyone. We thought that you might have needed someone. Did you ever realise we were your friends? Aah I never needed you to say goodbye. For some reason I feel like making amends with you and I will try to tell you one more time. What can I say, what can I try? But I already worked out why. You're all alone too scared to leave, you cut us out. I can't say any lies, I can't give anymore and this has happened twice before. Just open your eyes, you can't do it again. I know that you will, it'll hurt the same way. I know you need it but it hurts too much to try. You need a reason, you're too blind, to know what's right. Now that you've gone, we'll talk some day. I know that you'll be the same one day. Your pointed lies, your false disguise. Your double standards. - Rachel Lamb -

Forever Banging Screw

LIL' FLIP
Ay, u know me i ride wit my trunk raise up Boy I'm riding dubs u better put them blades up Banging screw four fifteens kick hard Around da block one time come back and switch cars Sip barre cause it's a family tradition i'm the freestyle king it ain't no competition I'm a screw head i ride black, blue, red, niggas call me lil flip nigga i can do that (chorus) I thought you knewwwwww that we forever banging screwww I thought u knew that(2x) I done bought tha cat bought tha house Got about thirty karats inside my mouth I represent the dirty dirty the dirty south I even put it down with Swishahouse I got more syrup than waffle house nine nine graduater i walked across I run through all hoes like Marshall Faulk I fuck with Big Pokey and Big Hawk Underground mix tapes got us fame Fucking with real niggas got us game Screw up click bout to go worldwide and once ya cross 610 welcome to the southside (Chorus) Thanks to my nigga screw i got my shine on Now my nigga gone so i got to rhyme strong ima go platinum cause i'm a lyrical threat think about you every time i hear a casette chop up but them niggas cant chop like u them niggas cant even make the music stop like u so ima keep u alive every time i rap on da real DJ Screw put us all on the map So every time i bust a flow ima show my ass he taught me two things keep it real anf fold my cash bitch im rich still dropping undergroung shit fuck the radio i drop underground hits (im a screwhead) (Chorus)

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