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John Wiggins lyrics - The Dream

I Can Sleep When I'm Dead

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(Leslie Winn Satcher/Max T Barnes) Well it's 9pm, four hours of overtime I'm not working my way up the corporate ladder Just a hard hat on the line, I'm just a hard hat on the line Well I'm dog tired and draggin But I'm gettin my second wind These boots were made for dancin And kickin back with friends Loadin dock, punch the clock Crank the truck, kickin dust Gonna paint th whole town red I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My workin day is done I ought to put these tired bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I know a place that's open all night They got a sawdust floor and flashing neon light They got a flashing neon light they got a flashing neon light They know me cause I'm sure there alot And nobody takes my favorite parking spot Loadin dock, punch the clock Crank the the truck, kickin dust Gonna paint the whole town red I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My working day is done Time's way too short They ain't makin anymore I'm havin fun My workin day is done I ought to put these tired bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I ought to put these tired old bones to bed But I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I'm livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead I;m livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead Livin it up Livin it up Livin it up I can sleep when I'm dead

Daddy

JEWEL "Pieces Of You"
My bones are tired, Daddy I don't get enough sleep I don't eat as good as I could, Daddy What's that say about me Sometimes I sleep past noon, Daddy Drink lots of black coffee and I smoke like a chimney. Yes, I left the refrigerator door half open, Daddy. What's that say about me Sometimes I want to rip out your throat, Daddy For all those things you said that were mean. Gonna make you just as vulnerable as I was, Daddy What's that say about me Sometimes I want to bash in your teeth, Daddy. Gonna use your tongue as a stamp Gonna rip your heart out the way you did mine, Daddy Go ahead and psycho-analyze that. 'Cause I'm your creation, I'm your love, Daddy. Grew up to be and do all those sick things you said I'd do Well last night I saw you sneak out your window With your white hood, Daddy What's' that say about you I'm sloppy, what's that say about you I'm messy, what's that say about you My bones are tired, Daddy

Bonehouse

Entombed
========= (lyrics: H}kansson/Cederlund music: Cederlund/Andersson) can't find a real answer it's all the same but when it all comes around I guess it's kinda lame. I can hear you screaming when it gets into your vein your high is repulsive so full of pain. my soul's circumsition breed to give head liquid house of raindrops turn out to be dead. Returning to soma equinox of grief my next incarnation in- bonehouse and it's about to crack in this house of bones now heads start rolling insted of stones. oblivions wounds dumb fuck despair if I can't suck life deeper how could I care get stoned get dead inside my flesh the house of bones (Lead: Cederlund) (Lead: Hellid) blind eyes of opium dreams every time I get this far atmospheric distortion it's way to loud at the dead gods bar

We Belong With The Dead

Inkubus Sukkubus
It's too late to turn back now For we have slain the Sacred Cow For paradise we are bound We were lost, but now we're found As the razor cuts the wrist Rejoice for Heaven's love has kissed The icy blade shall lead the way Don't you cry and don't you pray We belong with the Dead (2x) Come and sleep eternal sleep Don't you fear and don't you weep On a chariot we shall ride, all the way to suicide You took me up, you dragged me down Now my soul is quite unbound Don't you try to change my mind To sense and reason I am blind We belong with the Dead (4x) On the ferry to the Underworld Round the blade our fingers curled Let me give you your release In my love and in my peace We belong with the Dead (10x)

Dead Pan

AESOP ROCK
This be the dawning of the age of dead water Stitchin every b-boy fragment Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up This is a right now generation murdered by the fan base This is adored by the writers-Dead water With a still force activated No I'm not feelin alright Formed by the village of badness and bad karma Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle back But by the window's still three nickels in a piggy bank Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains Flashed automatic b-boy with big visions In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked starship Who better nation a million's the only remedy Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece Take Me Through The Gates I'm bout as sick of burning find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume Con artist kamikaze conduct Warm for a second to the minute he whored herself to disaster I recognize the cankers by the mechanical stagger As opposed to the skip of big brother bad slapper Theologies who need to keep the cookies caffeinated like a mad hatter that'll sleep now, ask after Calibrate the happy scale when he's soakin wet with a mouthful of dead ideas and see if it tipped zero Stripped ego, tall stories of broad glory I'll be god while you're still living life on a full 40 Or maybe I'll be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity I drink a bad glass of gumption Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning disgusting Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones I committed wild murder, went through the city with a wild merger, woke up in a wildstyle burner Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in labor days Right now, I'm here to break a point of big system plus my screen I was never cursed in a russmeyer bixon Spit sob stories to confront my dick addictions Of the dirty basement at the graves of Salem witches Driving my stake through the face of painstaking business (checkmate) But I scream Misery (better breath take) Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, little Jackie paper and a magic dragon sack of dirty shrubbery I'll be the ugliest version of paranoia kingpin set in motion by the secondhand pressure Some get excited when the sun folds under Some get excited when the summer hits the pavement Some get excited when the bullet hits bone and a board I'll escape through the train yard and sleep till it's broken [same old] This be the settling of debt of warm water A mobile b-boy function Somebody mad enough to cut apart the curtain with a fist up This is the dagger in the 88 magnificent memorial This is the heater to a movement-dead water When I broke fifth and got sparks No I'm not feelin alright This be the windshear dodgin dead water Solitary b-boy wonder Somebody fresh enough to reinvent the court with a fist up This is the funky outline around a classic breakbeat This is an agitated moment-dead water With a burnt future, beaten, ugly No I'm not feelin' alright

Sleep When You're Dead

JIM JONES "F.E.A.S.T.: Vampire Life 2"
I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Up early like I'm ready for work Fuck that, I'm up early like I'm ready for church Better yet, like I'm ready to murk Tray pound, ski mask, gloves on like I'm ready for dirt I'm just doin' my thang, reppin' my city I bang And we be that gang, movin that caine Gettin it soft, flippin' it hard then move it again Get in that kitty, gettin that cake, I'm just chasin my dreams man This part of my game plan Queens nigga, south side Your girl with me, her mouth wide I'm out chea goin' shinny just like I'm all clear Niggas talk tough, don't believe them at all Like leafs they fall before winter, nigga I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead And if they'll give me life I guess I'll sleep in the feds And even if a nigga gotta sleep in the feds It's death before dishonor, I'm a G 'til I'm dead No matter if they throw a nigga under the jail Where I'm from, loose lips they cut your tongue if you tell To my ginger bread niggas runnin', jumpin' the bail Drop a bag on their head then boys comin' to kill And if that bag get dropped you know we comin' to kill Better turn to ginger bread and get to runnin' for real You know the street's cold (my heart colder) Have the homies clean your clock when you start your Rover I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Out the pussy drowsy on the wake up Quarter brick taped up Love this bitch, suck a mean dick, and hook a steak up Fiends hit the other line waiting Motherfucker, just be patient Yellow stones on watch faces Bird's out the trunk, turn the zippies into briefs Niggas hit Collins ave for hoes to see the beach I play the room with a bitch and go to sleep Niggas think I'm movin' left but Sen found a new connect Watch how I make this rock shine Deuce bitch to a dime, get you out that'09 My niggas say they need driveways with Ferrari's Make a call and come and get you Curl You like some calamari motherfucker I guess I woke up on the wrong side Aye, all I hear is homicide I can't sleep, I can't close my eyes All I see is dollar signs Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear) Boy, you better sleep when you dead (That's all I hear that's all I hear that's all I hear)

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