G.B.H. lyrics - Midnight, Madness Beyond

How Come

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How come we suffer 'cos your paranoid ? How come we fill that gap in your void ? How come come there's so many starving in the world ? How come a swollen belly ain't fun for boys and girls ? How come, how come, yeah how come ? How come, how come, yeah how come ? How come, how come, yeah how come ? How come there's people dying in holy wars ? How come the rich rub salt into our sores ? How come you hound us over our little vices ? How come you need us to get you out of a crisis ? How come the powers that be close another plant ? How come eternal school kids are getting a bigger grant ? How come so many leaders speaking in forked tongues ? How come the evil prosper ? How come the good die young ?

Street Life

ROXY MUSIC "Stranded"
(Ferry) Wish everybody would leave me alone -yeah They're always calling on my telephone When I pick it up there's no one there So I walk outside just to take the air Come on with me cruising down the street Who knows what you'll see, who you might meet This brave new world's not like yesterday - It can take you higher than the milky way Now I'm blinded I can't really see - yeah No more bright lights confusing me - no Don't ask me why I'm feeling blue 'Cause loving you is all I can do Hey good-looking boys - gather around The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down All those lies can be so unkind, They can make you feel like you're losing your mind Street Life Street Life Street Life What a Life Back to nature boys - Vasser girls too Watch what you say, or think, or do Continental-style strasse girls might But you know exactly if it's wrong or right Education is an important key - yes But the good life's never won by degrees - no Pointless passing through Harvard or Yale Only window shopping - it's strictly no sale Week end starts Friday soon after eight Your jet black magic helps you celebrate You may be stranded if you stick around - And that's really something...

Deep Kick

It started when we were little kids free spirits but already tormented by our own hands given to us by our parents we got together and wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains slipped through whatever cracks we can find minds altered we didn't falter in portraying hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled universe we loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it we had not yet been or seen our friends selves chase tails round and round in downward spiral leaving trail of irretrievable vital life juice behind still the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz was impenetrable and we lived inside it laughing with no clothes and everything experimental 'till death was upon us in our face mortality and lots of things seemed futile then but love and music can save us and did while the giant grey monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around nothing is the same so we keep moving. Went off and got some hair cuts Lookin' wild got all drugged up Hopped a train into the night Got a ride with a transvestite Two boys in San Francisco Two boys in San Francisco Blasted off in a BART bathroom Those coppers woke us up Motherfuckers woke us up Two young brothers on a hover craft Telepathics love and belly laughs Storm the stage of Universal Slim shine talk box go subversal Papa's proud and so he sent us Pounding hearts full and relentless Two boys in London, England Two boys in London, England Climbing out of hostel windows Wearing gear so out but in though Come on kid and do the no no Two young brothers on a hover craft Telepathics, love and belly laughs We went to Fairfax High School Jumped off buildings into their pools We'd sit down and grease at Canters Run like hell they can't catch us Two boys in L.A. proper Two boys in L.A. proper Stealin' anything that we could Gotta sneak into the Starwood Gotta peak into the deep good I remember 10 years ago in Hollywood we did some good and we did some real bad stuff but the Butthole Surfers always said it's better to regret Something you did than something you didn't do We were young and we were looking for the deep kick... seen 'em come seen 'em go

Tatooed Love Boys

The mid-twenty joys Around a heart that's black and blue. Tatooed love boys, I tore my knees up getting to you 'Cause I needed To find out what the thing was for Been reading, But man the time came to explore. I went apewire 'Cause I thought I'd like it. Little tease. But I didn't mean it. But you mess with the goods, darlin', you gotta pay. Yeah. A good time Was guaranteed for one and all. The tatoos Did target practice in the hall While waiting For their number to get called out. I, I, I, I found out what the wait was about. I was a good time. Yeah. I got pretty good At changing tires upstairs, bro. I shot my mouth off and you showed me what that hole was for. Now I see you All impressed and half undressed. You got paint stick All over the scars and lumps and bumps. Tattooed love boys Have got you where I used to lay. Well ha ha, too bad But you...know...what they say, 'Stop snivelin'. 'You're gonna make some planstic surgeon a rich man.' Oh but the prestige and the glory. Another human interest story. You...are...that.

Granite Tops

Yeah yeah yeah yeah Alright check me out! No I don't claim to know the struggle 'Cause I've never lived it but Life for me hasn't always been photogenic and perfect Only I can make my own self determined Not a parent, a preacher, a teacher, Jesus or verdict could overturn This will power that I got burnin' So deep inside of me trying unecessary like cursive And no my parents aren't divorced My pops never vanished They act like since I've always had granite tops That I take this shit for granited, dammit That isn't further from the truth Who gives a damn if I was brought up astute? They say "You don't have the financial problems all these real rappers do and you ain't even bustin' caps in dudes" And just because I have a passion for rappin' The world expects me to? Now that's the stupidest thing that I've ever heard I'm just gon' flip em' the bird I'm wakin' up in the early morning hours A powerful work etchi's so unheard of in this day And age I'll make my way regardless of the haters hatin' Envy is a shameful trait Sometimes I feel there's no escape from the scrutiny and judgements And really Theres not it's gonna keep comin As long as long as the youngin' is buzzin' Ah, So I just accept it and laugh And as much as I love the cash it's so much deeper than that Bein' iconics what I'm striving for while sleeping I snap into a new reality within my dreams And then I wake up to the exact same thing 'Cause recently my life is flipped 180 degrees I was never the most confident of my friends I remember down in my basement Sammy, Big Mikes and Biggs They made me rap for em' Threatening me with shit if I didn't Lowkey makin fun of me as I spit You know how it is Probably thinking to them selves "you better stick to your day job" But now the jokes on them 'Cause that's exactly what this is Yeah Gettin the types of girls I used to not Kinda goes to show as an example How I'm used a lot But no I'm not complaining 'Cause no I didn't got the moral compass of the gods Honestly sometimes I fuck up I'm just a human Sometimes I'm out until the sun's up But that's just how it is when you're young buck Livin' on my own only 18 Don't really like the clubs much I'd rather chill and puff one But that's besides the fact Hip hop head claiming I can't mess with em' 'cause this or that And they're viners and they have young girls for the fans But man at least those girls love me just for who I am I, I guess they'll never understand it's aight

My Home's In Alabama

ALABAMA "My Home's In Alabama"
Words and Music by Randy Owen and Teddy Gentry Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs Then I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night Had to learn about the ladies; too young to understand why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away to some other guitar picker in some other late night place Yeah, I held on to my music; I let the ladies walk away took my songs and dreams to Nashville and then on to L.A. Up to New York City, all across the USA I lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say (that my) Chorus: ..home's in Alabama, no matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred What keeps me goin'? I don't really know. can't be the money the Lord knows I'm always broke could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood when the people really love ya and let you know when it's good Well I'll speak my Southern English just as natural as I please I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me and someday when I make it, when love finds a way somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say that my Chorus

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