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none-ya:
Key
(Bachman/Cummings)
John is nineteen and He doesn't see the matter,
of Judas's dream reaching for the piece of silver,
Peter hears the call of the mockingbird from heaven,
crying in the morning, having given up the Key.
And I still call Him my friend
And I still call Him my friend
Joshua puts on his mask and walks the road to Jericho,
Matthew wears the head piece of chrome, speed and fire,
Noah guides the ark through the sea of stolen moments,
searching through his mind for a place to put the Key
And I still call Him my friend
And I still call Him my friend
Joseph tends the sheep in His coat of many colors,
Shadrach and the two, held their faith against the fire,
Barabbas on the cross found that Jesus was the answer
The doors were open wide to all those who find the Key
And we still call Him our friend
And we still call Him our friend
And we still call Him our friend
And we still call Him our friend
Froderik:
People say ... that you're no good
But I wouldn't cut you loose, baby, if I could
I seem to stay ... down on the ground
Baby, I'm too far gone to turn around
Oh, if only you ... would make up your mind
Take me where you go ... you're leaving me behind
Lord, you got those come and go ... ohhh ... blues
Woman, you got those come and go ... ohhh ... blues
Oh, and you got me feelin' ... like a fool
Round and round ... round we go
Don't ask me why I stay here I don't know
Well maybe I'm a fool to care
Without your sweet love ... baby I would be nowhere
Well here I'll stay ... locked in your web
Til that day ... I might find somebody else
I don't know ... just when that will be
And I don't know ... I can't say 'cause I can't see
People say ... that you're no good
But I couldn't cut you loose, baby, if I could
Well I seem to stay ... down on the ground
Baby, I'm too far gone to turn around
Oh, if only you ... would make up your mind
Take me where you go ... but leave me and love behind
Woman, you got those come and go ... ohhh ... blues
I already got those come and go ... ohhh ... blues
Oh, and you got me feeling ... like a fool
none-ya:
Jon Kay - monster/suicide America
Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope
Like good Christians, some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon it went
And 'til the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied, stole and bought our a homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
The blue and grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war over
They stuffed it just like a hog
And though the past has it's share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But it's protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey
(Suicide)
The spirit was freedom and justice
And it's keepers seem generous and kind
It's leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
'Cause the people grew fat and got lazy
And now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watchin'
Our cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole worlds got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner
We can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watching
(America)
America where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
Dethgurl:
Buckethead-Funbus
Why has the humor died in music today
everyone is so serious that I'm afraid to say
tough guy stance is lost on me
violence is necessary it proves you are free
happy being sold mediocrity
failure only happens from originality
Its more important to be tough than to have any fun
like an insecure human who fears everyone
music is art that we're afraid to enjoy
like a child who's outgrown his favorite toy
afraid to acknowledge what makes us feel good
afraid to leave the mold , if we only could
a group is always easier to follow
then finding something new to swallow
so give us the art thats boring and plain
its easier to be different when its the same
fear something new till we're told its ok
no time to explore no time to play
the craving for new is something to shun
thinking is bad it spoils the fun
(This is the vikings of humor as they row their mighty warcrafts into battle part)
discover yourself with mass appeal
pretend your choices make you real
none-ya:
Sounds to me like ol' Buckethead is slammin' your "deth' there "gurl".
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