Well, I guess it was back in sixty-three When eating my cooking got the better of me So asked this little girl I was going with to be my wife Well, she
I'm the son of a [Incomprehensible] Son of Shaft (Don't forget my daddy) Son of Shaft Son of Shaft I was born and raised And thrown in the street Had
I'll make another movie The same one as the year before I'll take a tired idea And put it in the hands of Hollywood I need to talk to someone I've been
Before arrival, the shores of Europa were seen I tested that land, saw things I could not believe Devastation and gloom, the humans ground into the soils
Blood soaked despair Creating an air of paranoia Where brothers fear each other And kill without question Shooting in all directions Trampling each other
It comes to me these nights In half-conscious-state visions Staring at the lens the one ever staring at me It can matter not to them When toilers fall
Wrought of blind innocence like children playing with dolls Considering not technology of convenience would forever rule our lives The machine is dark
Organize! Discipline yourselves! Release the hounds! The hunt is on! Proposition put forth, rejection complete, now we're in the game Resistance assured
Seven Y's; No response The door is locked... the hydrox is off The food has run out That lens watches relentlessly (Constant) Hours pass like days Days
Silence, a napping world awakens A new dawn that will bring nothing but pain Guidance through incompetent fools World "powers" collapse under the new
Trapped in my sights, he moves around slowly My finger pressed firmly on the trigger Two men trapped in the oblivion of conflict The hunter and his prey
Needles piercing my frame from all directions Body thrashing, head collapsing, pressure building Paralyzing fear and helplessness like nothing seen before
Desperation has taken it's hold Tension like that of a vise Squeezing to death the very soul Of a man born to die in this hell Hostile impact slices through
123 Dont laugh Its not as funny as it sounds My girl fucked the singer of the Royal Crowns Dont laugh Its not as funny as it sounds My girl fucked the
You see her, you can't touch her You hear her, you can't hold her You want her, you can't have her You want to, but she won't let you And you see her
Stroke it, smoke it, make it glad It's not that hard Scrub it, rub it, just sing along It's not that hard Say it, pray it, turn on the mic And work it
Can you smell that McDonell it don't smell so well Or the one in the cage tipped over and fell And if we lived to see Sunday be able to tell Of the terror
I know, you know this ain't gonna last forever Let's take advantage while we still can I'm sure that you'll find the days couldn't get any longer Day