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JOHN COUGAR MELLENCAMP lyrics - Chestnut Street Incident

Dream Killing Town

Original and similar lyrics
Pre-war matador save your broken bones Golden rule, he's such a fool in the streets alone Slow burn, taciturn nothing left to say Column five, sympathize it's easier that way (1st chorus) Just want to be a big boy pushin' some Jim-jims around but it's hard to be a dreamer in a dream killing town Hard to be a dreamer in a dream killing town Good as dead, Sally said I fear what she knows Money spent, for reconnaissance and blood's upon her clothes Child's toy, soldier boy playing with his gun Uptown, missile clown living on the run (2nd chorus) He just want to be a big boy growing up too soon Show you his gun flash his knife in the sun and dance to a rock and roll tune (bridge) Once tried, twice denied Sally said she knew Full sized polarized is what she's looking through Switch blade, promenade leather jacket war Clichà , don't runaway Slipping out the back door All night parasite wake me up at noon Copped himself an attitude down at the Red Dog Saloon Quick laid, masquerade gets the young boy up tight Low rent, Jack-a-Lent says he's gonna be all right

Almost And Nearly

Katydids
Just a small town boy in a poppy field. Far from his home and his mother's milk. Chasing the moon, out of his head, into the night, given up for dead. Sleepless boy on a bed of tears. All wrapped up in his momma's fears. Crawling away, calling her name. Into the vein of the boy who's never found, on the road to Shangri-La. (chorus) The boy who's never found Shangri-La The boy who's never found.. Sweet temptation in a silver spoon Cross that path to a different room Enter the door, open your mind, Try for the best, don't know what you'll find. Darkness hangs on athreat to kill Small town man couldn't get his appeal Track down, find out sit tight, Ask how much they'll miss the boy who's never found, On the road to Shangri-La (Chorus) (Instrumental Break) (Chorus, followed by killer climax.)

Funky Love

Kavana "Instinct"
Just a small town boy in a poppy field. Far from his home and his mother's milk. Chasing the moon, out of his head, into the night, given up for dead. Sleepless boy on a bed of tears. All wrapped up in his momma's fears. Crawling away, calling her name. Into the vein of the boy who's never found, on the road to Shangri-La. (chorus) The boy who's never found Shangri-La The boy who's never found.. Sweet temptation in a silver spoon Cross that path to a different room Enter the door, open your mind, Try for the best, don't know what you'll find. Darkness hangs on athreat to kill Small town man couldn't get his appeal Track down, find out sit tight, Ask how much they'll miss the boy who's never found, On the road to Shangri-La (Chorus) (Instrumental Break) (Chorus, followed by killer climax.)

Gung-Ho

ANTHRAX "Spreading The Disease"
Striking down the enemy Fighting hand to hand Troops are thrusting onwards Time to take command Ready to devour On the attack Bodies lie dismembered Maimed, killed, and hacked Draw fast, cut first Live hard, die hard Feel the point of the blade Lunging like an animal, killing all in sight Going for the throat, living for the fight In a bath of bloodshed, mixing with the sweat Crawling through the barbwire, put it to the test Fight, fight fight Fight, fight fighting the war Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho, Gung-Ho Raging on the warpath, storming through the town Blowing it to pieces, killing all around Stand in our way, if you've got the balls In a hail of bullets, your nailed to the wall We wait out the day, we burn in the sun We move in by night, and kill everyone Show no emotions, have no regrets Made to take pain, no fear of death

Uncut, Pure (Original And Remix)

Big Daddy Kane "Veteranz Day"
See the crowd in an uproar acting unstable Here comes Dark Gable raps remarkable Mic ripper, cash flipper, Cristal sipper Derrie're batalliere that's French for ass whipper Long time putting work in this, to be tremendous If I'm not the best then I'm a damn striking resemblance I roll the dice on the streets that be cold as ice And cause great disturbance just like a poltergeist I come attacking this enrage to disengage the missing page To the newest in age that's hitting stage For I be one that knows the art To get you up and out your seat, if you was Rosa Parks Tell me how much can you take from me the man to make Rhymes that's so butter my breath smell like land o lakes You know the lick, seen me hit em like a brick Plus my posse run thick, not that click from Mario flick Beware of one of the best they be You wanna test the God I hope you mean a SAT Because your poetasterous style it plain bore me Pardon the vainglory, but here's the Kane story Chorus Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door About to give you more of the raw Point yo hands up to the sky Verse 2 Fuck the chorus And let the lyrics sit up in the track like rigamortis I spit a few to listen to when this I do it's as if as you Was invisible it'll make your life miserable Hip-hop icon, keep a grip like a python I be that wrong one to get fly on Boy you got to get that playa hatin' out you That's the other side of the game and I ain't Erykah Badu Black Caesar, don't you even reach my way You'd sooner find a vital point that's on Priest Pai Mae I heat it up to where I pasteurize half the guys A fast demise disaster lies as he dies Confront one of the best at rhyming What I write it be so rough that my ink pen need alignment The untouchable, don't want to tempt me I come kicking through your door, unlawful entry It be me, even though none of y'all want to see me For real, damn I know how Jehovah's witness feel I remember how I formed it up Cause I took what was raw and then I warmed it up Turned the fire down to simmer as I calmed it up But take a look I think the Kane about to overcook Come and get it, but you better come with paramedics Cause you couldn't bring it to me if you worked for Fed Ex I come cutting through split his gut in two I touch em what em do you know the style ain't nothing new Chorus Bringing you that uncut pure, knocking at your door About to give you more of the raw Point yo' hands up to the sky, high Get on down baby we keep it live Repeat Verse 3 A good game it lets the plot thicken, but the thing that just ain't clickin' Is the way y'all legalize trickin' You talk about your ride and you don't even got one But I can pull a hot one, when inside of a Datsun The wicked in the bed, plus the wicked in the head When I shoot the game, it's like my tongue got infra red Let the Messiah take you higher as I supply ya' what you require Desire and admire it entire Sudden impact as I'm guttin' em black Closest thing to me would be; nothin' in fact I come with more in skill, to always score and kill Females adore and thrill, sweeter thang than Lauryn Hill As I return with a vengeance, here comes the day of independence Approach them all with some bad intentions In other words I'm making them resign, diminish mine Runnin' through them like a finish line Chorus

Stalin Malone

ELVIS COSTELLO "Spike"
I'm going to make you even fear the dream you dream So don't even think about it don't make a wish You think that I don't see you as you trawl those young weak fish Hooked on those poor wonders, 'til they want you alone Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock from the squeals of saxophones That's when they'll fear my name Stalin Malone I'm telling you the day will come when this man gets what he merits Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town 'Til horse's heads up in the trees came dripping down Yes, horse's heads up hung in the trees after the bird had flown Did you wonder of my whereabouts as the barrack-room was blown Did anybody call my name? Stalin Malone In a room called creation, where you all obey my laws Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like applause You think that this phenomenon is some coincidence But I've got people everywhere, you're under my surveillance, in the pocket of my pants Okay, she left me, but I'll soon get over that Falling out of the Blood Tub and rolling, on my back Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder To overhear forbidden songs her lover must have known Between the pity and advice... There's no one here to help you now, but speak after the tone Leave for me a message of hope Stalin Malone Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys Just like all of the other dispensaries The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and human dust Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke The wooden clock said she would dance dressed only in flower As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird that it spits out on the hour I'd drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town, but somehow I just can't seem to put it down, put it down, put it down I just want to hold her now in that I'm not alone but do I have to see her fall into his arms before I can atone.. Get my jacket on, get my story straight, I'm leaving on my own

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