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I want everything to be just right
I want it to dump glitter from the heavens just for you and I
I’ve got all the perfect things in mind
It’s got to be my way not the right way tonight
(chorus)
Your window licking years of training
Don’t apply so stop debating
Trust me, I think I know what I’m doing (2x)
Overload me on my mission
Death to tech and birth to Vision
Trust me, I think I know what I’m doing
Just give me a minute or two to prove it
I’m a sucker for a better life
Instead of a piece I went ahead and made my very own pie
You’re more than welcome to enjoy a slice
But save your kisses for the cook because the recipes mine
(chorus)
Your window licking years of training
Don’t apply so stop debating
Trust me, I think I know what I’m doing (2x)
Overload me on my mission
Death to tech and birth to Vision
Trust me, I think I know what I’m doing
Just give me a minute before I lose it
If you’re looking for some kind of fight
You’re looking for some sweet validation for the times that you tried
Then would you please take it on outside
You have what is yours while I enjoy what’s mine
(chorus)
Your window licking years of training
Don’t apply so stop debating
Trust me, I think I know what I’m doing (2x)
Overload me on my mission
Death to tech and birth to Vision
Trust me, I think I know what I’m doing
Just give me a minute or two to prove it
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2. |
Fight
02:36
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I’d Love to kiss your pretty face
But I have to slap it first
To put you into your place
Insurance that I won’t get hurt
(chorus)
I wish I was a lover
But you know I have to fight that fight
I’d love to give a tender touch
To all those they deserve
Instead I pack a killer punch
To try to set the curve
(chorus)
I wish I was a lover
But you know I have to fight that fight
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3. |
Where's Your Thunder?
03:15
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I hope you’ve got it inside of you
To burn those bridges so here’s your queue
Lose yourself, play the fool
I hope you’ve got it inside of you
But if your ready, aim, fire
Don’t make the boom this life requires
Don’t pop the pistons move the tires
Just stay home
Just retire
(chorus)
Hey lightning Strike
Where’s your thunder?
Hey burns so bright
Where’s your thunder?
Hey white hot light
Where’s your thunder?
Where’s your thunder CLAP?
Hey Edisons
Where’s your thunder?
I’m looking for megatons
Where’s your thunder?
Y’all flashy ones
Where’s your thunder?
Where’s your thunder CLAP?
You look real fine yes indeed
An ice cold hunk flying at light speed
But sonic boom is what we need
For that you need this air we breath
So bring those lips down out the clouds
Separate, for those without
Grow a set, kiss me now
Because I love it loud
I know you’ve got it inside of you
To burn those bridges so here’s your queue
Lose yourself play the fool
I know you’ve got it inside of you
And if your ready, aim, fire
Does make the boom this life requires
Does pop the pistons move the tires
Please pipe up
You’re so required
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4. |
Brother Lupine
03:08
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While howling at the moon
The way we played opened our wounds
We’d wrestle wrastle for a slope
Just like infants grab and grope
Gnaw and chew the teat right off
See the vultures dig the trough
One misguided easy leap
Will put you down six feet
(chorus)
Oh brother good grief
Fighting for the front seat
Has knocked out all my baby teeth
I’m ready for the real meat
Oh brother lupine
Aventine and Palatine
Will one day bear my name divine
And see this fratricide as right
While howling at the moon
I saw visions impending doom
A scale I could not comprehend
Of excess leading to an end
It’s yours you can have it all
The rise, glory, crumble, fall
The seat that you were born to seek
Will put you down six feet
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5. |
Dark Arts
03:28
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Where to begin?
I want to harness the power you wield within
The sixty hour work week
Fancy newspeak
Steely professionalism that you wreak
Now I’ve never ever dabbled in the dark arts
But that voodoo that you do changed my heart
And everything you got I want deep inside of me
Pardon entendres but you’d go down nicely
(chorus)
Call me old fashioned, call me savage, uncivilized
It’s never gonna dull these teeth
Walking dead alive with a taste so specialized
Baby that’s enough talk let’s M.E.A.T.
My bones are snapping and my veins have run dry
Oh please, Oh please replete
Call me old fashioned, call me savage, uncivilized
Baby that’s enough talk let’s M.E.A.T.
I wanna dress you from your head down to your feet
Such throbbing muscle in a sea of rancid beef
Could make the weak strong, could make the right wrong
Now if I may dust off a trusty diphthong
I’m fine, when I’m feasting on your mind
Fully satisfied what’s yours will soon be mine
In time I will be so fine
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6. |
Dust Neverlasting
03:00
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Do you wanna talk trash?
Do you wanna get messy?
Wanna rummage around the pile and kick at the chassis?
Wanna have a hot discussion so I may ensure
That your large round fancies are pure?
Do you wanna talk trash?
Do you wanna praise castings?
Do you wanna drink deep the dust neverlasting
Wanna take a sledge hammer to traditions of old
So I can sink my teeth into your gold?
(chorus)
If one man’s trash is another man’s treasure
Let’s delve this dirty world until we’re finally together
And hate and relate
Debate and negate
And toss the out the window cause we’re hoping for better
If you wanna talk trash
I’m your garbage man proper
I will not insulate I’ll shock just like copper
With the billion volts of energy that we throw away
Each and every single day
If you wanna talk trash
Come rap with me brother
We’ve been blinded by the betters
Now let’s grope with the others
Sockets burned by the ones who think their shit is so hot
And they’re always sure to give us every ounce that they’ve got
(bridge)
Come while I’m holding my breath
Come rule at what you are deft
What all the thieves haven’t theft
Come on and embrace what’s left
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7. |
Junior XIV
02:52
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Kelly I’m sorry that you got a girls name
Please don’t take it out on us hey
We know your tough stuff
Now please put your guns away
Okay?
Pilate man you washed your hands when duty called
Played up roman dominance evading fault
Found out avoidance is the best tactic when faith and race
Are involved
(chorus)
It starts the day you slip out
Of the womb and they start naming names
Everybody gets their role in space and time to play
Along the way you’ll find that self design conditioning’s all in vain
And you even might feel a little bit betrayed
By your name
Jessica’ the one whose being groomed for success
To be tame as the sweetest pet
But come a certain age will she still be in the grace of our
Largess?
Louie and Marie had a good thing going
It’s too bad everything got revolting
Not all the cake could satisfy
Enlightened minds and open eyes
When heads
Are rolling
(bridge)
Oh please please please
I don’t wanna be
Junior
II
III
Or XIV
I wanna be the master of my own destiny
Oh please please please
I don’t wanna be
Junior
II
III
Or XIV
I wanna stand alone on my own two feet
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8. |
Tomorrow's World
02:34
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I remember yesterday everything was so great
All rad flavors on a big boy plate
And you could kinda mush them around
And be amazed by all the awesome new flavors you found
Now all the fruits are grown in one big patch
And even the good ones get spoiled by the batch
And all the tastes that made me wanna piece of the pie
They make me wanna yack
(chorus)
I’m not living in the past
I’m stuck here in tomorrow’s world
Everyone’s dressed all crazy ass
And the music’s terrible
It’s all that I expected to see
Not what I had hoped for me
But c'est la vie
It’s right where I need to be
So what can you do as a stranger in your own land
Looking for sympathetic ears and hands
Waiting for the day it all comes around again
But it don’t and it won’t and you can’t win
But really what is winning anyway?
Being the broken mold filled with every suckers clay?
Being a reference on everybody’s resume?
You know your better than that
You win your own way
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9. |
Hot Lunch
02:54
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10. |
Mission To Mars
02:35
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All the cool stuff happens to city kids
I’m so sick of it man I want the blood on my hands
Might as well just study my eyelids
I’m so sick of it man I want the blood on my hands
I’m so stoked I can’t get over it
I’m so sick of it man I want the blood on my hands
Grand illusions? It’s the pits
I’m so sick of it man I want the blood on my hands
They say it’s yours if you can make it happen
I’m so sick of it man I want the blood on my hands
I made it happen, so what happened?
I’m so sick of it man I want the blood on my hands
Everybody got a model rocket kit to Mars
I’m so sick of it man I want the blood on my hands
I built my own and it got me this far
And I wonder what it’s like on Mars
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