Introdiction lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I saw a dead fish on the pavement, and thought "what did you expect"
There's no water round here, stupid, should have stayed where it was wet...
Hello my name is Pip, and I would like to speak some lyrics,
Into this microphone that's amplified so you can hear it.
This piece of diction is the intro to 'Distraction Pieces',
That's all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless.
Such little food for thought my fucking brain feels anorexic;
So many typos when I write, oh, I'll claim I'm dyslexic.
I've got your poem here, I've put it in this envelope...
I'm setting fire to it; hope you all can read the smoke!
Most people where I live don't know me and I fucking like it!
Some people where I live don't like me and I fucking know it!
Some heads won't know my name or give me a look, since
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints.
Ha!
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints
Nothing's original, I stole this flow from the creator,
And from some others too, can't think right now I'll name them later.
If I say 'fuck' a lot well then I may gain more attention;
If I say 'cunt' well then with some of you there will be tension.
I find this interesting 'cause in the end they are just words,
You give them power when you cower, man, it's so absurd.
But all that was covered by Lenny Bruce, back in the day.
Nothing's original, now I'm repeating what I say!
Paralysis through analysis could stop me here
But that'd just be an excuse to run in fear!
So I'll brandish the blandest man's anguish with a round fist,
Directed at the throat of any man that can withstand this.
I will brandish the blandest man's anguish with a round fist
I see these rappers that say things like 'no homo' and such;
It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much...
I'm really speechless but I speak less than you might imagine
Sometimes I stutter and I sputter like the words are catching.
I'm known to write about the shit most people won't discuss;
Some find my music's too intrusive with their words and such.
You see a mouse trap, I see free cheese, and a fucking challenge!
But you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance!
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit!
We walked through these morbid remorseless discourses,
And discuss these disgusting new sources.
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I've seen the world; I've seen the good and the shitty bits;
And all I've got to say is, "God damn, y'all are fucking idiots."
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
Truth is, I don't exist; I'm just the soundtrack to your movie!
Some background figure in a story that's already scripted,
And what I feel's just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it!
I jump in many different heads, through these words and poems;
Always hoping maybe the next leap will be my leap home.
Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit
There's an eighty percent chance that Al can make it a pop hit.
But Al's an alcoholic and I'm a fucking schizophrenic,
So I'll close my eyes on this whole fucking world and that will end it...
There's no water round here, stupid, should have stayed where it was wet...
Hello my name is Pip, and I would like to speak some lyrics,
Into this microphone that's amplified so you can hear it.
This piece of diction is the intro to 'Distraction Pieces',
That's all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless.
Such little food for thought my fucking brain feels anorexic;
So many typos when I write, oh, I'll claim I'm dyslexic.
I've got your poem here, I've put it in this envelope...
I'm setting fire to it; hope you all can read the smoke!
Most people where I live don't know me and I fucking like it!
Some people where I live don't like me and I fucking know it!
Some heads won't know my name or give me a look, since
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints.
Ha!
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints
Nothing's original, I stole this flow from the creator,
And from some others too, can't think right now I'll name them later.
If I say 'fuck' a lot well then I may gain more attention;
If I say 'cunt' well then with some of you there will be tension.
I find this interesting 'cause in the end they are just words,
You give them power when you cower, man, it's so absurd.
But all that was covered by Lenny Bruce, back in the day.
Nothing's original, now I'm repeating what I say!
Paralysis through analysis could stop me here
But that'd just be an excuse to run in fear!
So I'll brandish the blandest man's anguish with a round fist,
Directed at the throat of any man that can withstand this.
I will brandish the blandest man's anguish with a round fist
I see these rappers that say things like 'no homo' and such;
It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much...
I'm really speechless but I speak less than you might imagine
Sometimes I stutter and I sputter like the words are catching.
I'm known to write about the shit most people won't discuss;
Some find my music's too intrusive with their words and such.
You see a mouse trap, I see free cheese, and a fucking challenge!
But you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance!
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit!
We walked through these morbid remorseless discourses,
And discuss these disgusting new sources.
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I've seen the world; I've seen the good and the shitty bits;
And all I've got to say is, "God damn, y'all are fucking idiots."
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
Truth is, I don't exist; I'm just the soundtrack to your movie!
Some background figure in a story that's already scripted,
And what I feel's just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it!
I jump in many different heads, through these words and poems;
Always hoping maybe the next leap will be my leap home.
Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit
There's an eighty percent chance that Al can make it a pop hit.
But Al's an alcoholic and I'm a fucking schizophrenic,
So I'll close my eyes on this whole fucking world and that will end it...
Let 'em Come (feat. P.O.S & Sage Francis) lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
[Pip:]
When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips,
Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with that distant stare
No one likes us but we don't care
Maybe our kind don't fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
So our shoes don't slip they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
For an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
We won't settle for unsought careers
Or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
When I'm old and decaying I'll be decaying and able
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
[P.O.S:]
Bad times coming
Bash up a castle
I know the zoo keeper
Line em up
Lions on em
I haven't slept yet
Ever, crust
Kickin up dust
Leave em sickin up rust colour
Let it come
Let em run
Let me laugh at it
Smash like it's rampage
Live it up
Grasp at it
No pill for the whirlwind coming
Let it come
Spin with the rush no fun till the times up
Run against the flood
All stroke no float
For the hope for the coast pump blood
Stump fuckers on the daily
Dump lungs
Volume is up
Watch em hush for the lump sum
But not around here
Around here we steer clear
Of holding our tongues to stack funds
When bad times come it's like some old news
New shit
Choose yours
New whip or brick?
Thank you
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
[Sage:]
Quality home life, Living a lie now
Take it to the road certain women would lie down
Haunting images I witnessed in my town
Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown
Gotta dig a bigger hole
But I can never climb out, just burrow and burrow
Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down
Wait for the high tide and try not to drown
You're waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed
Just say what you gotta say... like right now, fucko
Or pipe down bucko, I'm doubting what many say
"Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?"
Feed the lion despite what the sign says
Act defiant and impolite to my friends
While making side bets in a risky gamble
Save the wild sex for the filthy animals
I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical
Become detached like your snake mandibles
The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls
It's got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips,
Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with that distant stare
No one likes us but we don't care
Maybe our kind don't fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
So our shoes don't slip they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
For an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
We won't settle for unsought careers
Or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
When I'm old and decaying I'll be decaying and able
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
[P.O.S:]
Bad times coming
Bash up a castle
I know the zoo keeper
Line em up
Lions on em
I haven't slept yet
Ever, crust
Kickin up dust
Leave em sickin up rust colour
Let it come
Let em run
Let me laugh at it
Smash like it's rampage
Live it up
Grasp at it
No pill for the whirlwind coming
Let it come
Spin with the rush no fun till the times up
Run against the flood
All stroke no float
For the hope for the coast pump blood
Stump fuckers on the daily
Dump lungs
Volume is up
Watch em hush for the lump sum
But not around here
Around here we steer clear
Of holding our tongues to stack funds
When bad times come it's like some old news
New shit
Choose yours
New whip or brick?
Thank you
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
[Sage:]
Quality home life, Living a lie now
Take it to the road certain women would lie down
Haunting images I witnessed in my town
Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown
Gotta dig a bigger hole
But I can never climb out, just burrow and burrow
Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down
Wait for the high tide and try not to drown
You're waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed
Just say what you gotta say... like right now, fucko
Or pipe down bucko, I'm doubting what many say
"Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?"
Feed the lion despite what the sign says
Act defiant and impolite to my friends
While making side bets in a risky gamble
Save the wild sex for the filthy animals
I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical
Become detached like your snake mandibles
The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls
It's got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
Domestic Silence lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Let me introduce a recluse with his neck in a noose that went loose a he slipped out
He didn't have a clue what to do with his new lease of life it was a lease he never took out
Ya see
He'd never really had a grip on life
Never had a family, no kids, no wife
No real friends, no social life
His life was a concise silent night
At the factory, in fact he kept himself to himself
His existence was distanced from everyone else
He didn't interact with the pack, never had done
He didn't feel the need to impede on their sanctum
And they didn't impede on his
If they ever needed anything they'd leave a list
After a while in that place he didn't seem to exist
And that didn't seem strange, it just is what it is
Sometimes he'd find a whole week had passed
Since he last took a gasp and words were cast
On his days off he'd wonder if he'd gone deaf
As he drifted in silence, no noise no mess
He used to have the radio playing in his hall
But that stopped when the broadcast stopped being so broad
He didn't like TV so he got rid of it
He liked to read books and sit for the hell of it
So that was his life, didn't seem that bad
But he still chose to take his own life i his hands
Still chose to kick that chair from his feet
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
[Hook:]
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
Unspoken, so much goes unspoken
Till you're choking on a fragile glass heart smashed open
With this near miss his eyes would either open
Or sink deeper down into a silence never broken
Forsaken isolation and silence all around you
It'll drag you to the deeper water and it WILL drown you
He returned to work the very next day
Lucks intervention got no mention, nothing new to say
But then out of nowhere everything changed
When a voice said "Hi there, how are you today?"
Six simple words, seven simple syllables
It doesn't always take grand gestures or miracles
When in hell a hiding place can seem grace and free from pain
But umbrellas keep out sunshine as well as rain
He discarded all the fears that his silence had been masking
And said "yeah I'm good. Thanks for asking"
[Hook:]
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
He didn't have a clue what to do with his new lease of life it was a lease he never took out
Ya see
He'd never really had a grip on life
Never had a family, no kids, no wife
No real friends, no social life
His life was a concise silent night
At the factory, in fact he kept himself to himself
His existence was distanced from everyone else
He didn't interact with the pack, never had done
He didn't feel the need to impede on their sanctum
And they didn't impede on his
If they ever needed anything they'd leave a list
After a while in that place he didn't seem to exist
And that didn't seem strange, it just is what it is
Sometimes he'd find a whole week had passed
Since he last took a gasp and words were cast
On his days off he'd wonder if he'd gone deaf
As he drifted in silence, no noise no mess
He used to have the radio playing in his hall
But that stopped when the broadcast stopped being so broad
He didn't like TV so he got rid of it
He liked to read books and sit for the hell of it
So that was his life, didn't seem that bad
But he still chose to take his own life i his hands
Still chose to kick that chair from his feet
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
[Hook:]
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
Unspoken, so much goes unspoken
Till you're choking on a fragile glass heart smashed open
With this near miss his eyes would either open
Or sink deeper down into a silence never broken
Forsaken isolation and silence all around you
It'll drag you to the deeper water and it WILL drown you
He returned to work the very next day
Lucks intervention got no mention, nothing new to say
But then out of nowhere everything changed
When a voice said "Hi there, how are you today?"
Six simple words, seven simple syllables
It doesn't always take grand gestures or miracles
When in hell a hiding place can seem grace and free from pain
But umbrellas keep out sunshine as well as rain
He discarded all the fears that his silence had been masking
And said "yeah I'm good. Thanks for asking"
[Hook:]
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
Death Of The Journalist lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
People used to burn pages, show their in and outrages
These days the gage for rage is who gets flamed on comment pages
No claim is too outrageous for these constant news updates
Lines refined to save time, less complicators to sedate us
We ingest five lines or less stories through our sub consciousness
As times go by the Internet will kill the printed press
Where's the scroll bar on these ink drenched pages? I ain't turning this
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
[Hook:]
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
Good Friday, April 18th, 1930
BBC radio news showed rare maturity
The news reporter said something that these days they wouldn't say
'Good evening, There is no news today'
These days the gage for rage is who gets flamed on comment pages
No claim is too outrageous for these constant news updates
Lines refined to save time, less complicators to sedate us
We ingest five lines or less stories through our sub consciousness
As times go by the Internet will kill the printed press
Where's the scroll bar on these ink drenched pages? I ain't turning this
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
[Hook:]
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
Good Friday, April 18th, 1930
BBC radio news showed rare maturity
The news reporter said something that these days they wouldn't say
'Good evening, There is no news today'
The Struggle lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I spend my life on the move, my life on the road
Town to town, city to city, time zone to time zone
Success keeps you busy so I can't complain how life is
But in a life like this you tend to develop some vices
My wife is my life and I'd never cheat on her
But there are one or two things that I do keep from her
I have my addictions, or rather my addictions have me
Sometimes the shadow of my shadow is all I can be
I find myself alone in different hotel rooms
Just me and my thoughts and that milk-stained moon
I'm drawn to walk the streets as my heart rate rises
A heavy coat, a scarf, a hat, all become my disguises.
I've made it known that I suffer from nosebleeds and migraines
To explain the occasional mood swings and blood stains
There's over a thousand people murdered in this world each day
So as I drift from town to town nobody looks my way
It's an addiction, and I ain't proud of it
But the power that you feel there's no clouding it.
The fear before the fact, as they know something's wrong
The vain attempts to scream their muffled swan song
The struggle, the shock in their eyes,
My grip around their throat as all their hope dies
That sudden loss of breath, there is no thrill equal,
My name is Johnny Depp and I kill people.
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
You fuckers never saw it coming, who'da thunk it or thought it?
You'd be ignored like the ramblings of a drunk if you'd report it
My performances are greeted with plaudits and laughter
If you caught me red handed you'd probably think it's stigmata
Success sucks less than standard existence
But when you exceed that standard dreams, what becomes of ambitions?
The average man can dream dreams of a path he's never walked
But when that path's your day to day, your dreams become warped
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
People underestimate the value of dreaming
That which you aspire to provides a roof, a ceiling
In particular the dreams that there's no way of achieving
Like I wanna be Brad Pitt or something equally fleeting
I can't aspire to such things so deeper I must delve
And then the only guide I have to life becomes myself
This was always going to happen, in fact I'd be surprised if I'm the first
This kind of success and power is bound to bring out the worst
With success comes power and great success has been given me
And with great power... comes great fuck-a-bility
I'm a good husband though, I've never cheated on my wife
Despite opportunities I live a monogamous life
My addictions manifest in a darker form
If the heart is a house, I have a blood stained lawn
My public portraits immaculate but there's blood on the easel
My name is Johnny Depp and I kill people
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
Town to town, city to city, time zone to time zone
Success keeps you busy so I can't complain how life is
But in a life like this you tend to develop some vices
My wife is my life and I'd never cheat on her
But there are one or two things that I do keep from her
I have my addictions, or rather my addictions have me
Sometimes the shadow of my shadow is all I can be
I find myself alone in different hotel rooms
Just me and my thoughts and that milk-stained moon
I'm drawn to walk the streets as my heart rate rises
A heavy coat, a scarf, a hat, all become my disguises.
I've made it known that I suffer from nosebleeds and migraines
To explain the occasional mood swings and blood stains
There's over a thousand people murdered in this world each day
So as I drift from town to town nobody looks my way
It's an addiction, and I ain't proud of it
But the power that you feel there's no clouding it.
The fear before the fact, as they know something's wrong
The vain attempts to scream their muffled swan song
The struggle, the shock in their eyes,
My grip around their throat as all their hope dies
That sudden loss of breath, there is no thrill equal,
My name is Johnny Depp and I kill people.
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
You fuckers never saw it coming, who'da thunk it or thought it?
You'd be ignored like the ramblings of a drunk if you'd report it
My performances are greeted with plaudits and laughter
If you caught me red handed you'd probably think it's stigmata
Success sucks less than standard existence
But when you exceed that standard dreams, what becomes of ambitions?
The average man can dream dreams of a path he's never walked
But when that path's your day to day, your dreams become warped
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
People underestimate the value of dreaming
That which you aspire to provides a roof, a ceiling
In particular the dreams that there's no way of achieving
Like I wanna be Brad Pitt or something equally fleeting
I can't aspire to such things so deeper I must delve
And then the only guide I have to life becomes myself
This was always going to happen, in fact I'd be surprised if I'm the first
This kind of success and power is bound to bring out the worst
With success comes power and great success has been given me
And with great power... comes great fuck-a-bility
I'm a good husband though, I've never cheated on my wife
Despite opportunities I live a monogamous life
My addictions manifest in a darker form
If the heart is a house, I have a blood stained lawn
My public portraits immaculate but there's blood on the easel
My name is Johnny Depp and I kill people
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
Broken Promises lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
This is to anyone out there that's listening
From anyone who ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
This is to anyone out there that's listening
From everyone that ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was
Fuck it-- I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was
I said no matter what, I'd always be there, but that wasn't honest
Because I'm not
And 'cause that ain't how life goes
Broken promise
Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys
I thought it was black and white like that
That I could nurture my good side
But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride
Both on the surface and inside
I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal
Average, regular, nothing special, I'm telling you
Just being human makes you both God and the Devil's clear replica
I've had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way
And at the time, I meant every single word I would say
Every word of love, and every word of hate
Every time I would adore, and every time I'd berate
But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade
Making liars of both the threats and the promises made
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?
A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
This is to anyone out there that's listening
This is to
This is to anyone out there that's still breathing
I bought a heartbreak hotel
On my own, with no investors
Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" bed and breakfast
In loving memory of having loving memories
Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies
Typically poetically dramatic endings
Were once a trademark of mine
Patents pending
And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways
Was always grander than the connections of the early days
When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning
Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans
Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened
An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement
Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered
I'd rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures
An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing
In love with the mere idea of loving something
Always just hunting for that near-life experience
In fear of missing something vital from your own existence
All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted
Less about how you're feeling
More about how you fucking depict it
But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along
That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem
Pedestrian
You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling
Turns out, hell does have a bottom
And heaven, a ceiling
Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake
A face that once summons rage now summons nothing
Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed
Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered
Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it
Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
From anyone who ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
This is to anyone out there that's listening
From everyone that ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was
Fuck it-- I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was
I said no matter what, I'd always be there, but that wasn't honest
Because I'm not
And 'cause that ain't how life goes
Broken promise
Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys
I thought it was black and white like that
That I could nurture my good side
But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride
Both on the surface and inside
I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal
Average, regular, nothing special, I'm telling you
Just being human makes you both God and the Devil's clear replica
I've had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way
And at the time, I meant every single word I would say
Every word of love, and every word of hate
Every time I would adore, and every time I'd berate
But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade
Making liars of both the threats and the promises made
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?
A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
This is to anyone out there that's listening
This is to
This is to anyone out there that's still breathing
I bought a heartbreak hotel
On my own, with no investors
Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" bed and breakfast
In loving memory of having loving memories
Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies
Typically poetically dramatic endings
Were once a trademark of mine
Patents pending
And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways
Was always grander than the connections of the early days
When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning
Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans
Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened
An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement
Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered
I'd rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures
An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing
In love with the mere idea of loving something
Always just hunting for that near-life experience
In fear of missing something vital from your own existence
All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted
Less about how you're feeling
More about how you fucking depict it
But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along
That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem
Pedestrian
You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling
Turns out, hell does have a bottom
And heaven, a ceiling
Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake
A face that once summons rage now summons nothing
Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed
Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered
Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it
Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
Sick Tonight lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I feel sick tonight,
Something in my stomach ain't sitting right,
But I've got to overcome it, keep spitting tight,
I've gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight,
I feel sick tonight,
Ring the bell, throw in the towel; I ain't fit to fight,
I'm in hell; I don't know how I can hit this height,
But I gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight,
Trick the switch and get my brain to begin again,
Adrenalin and Benalin will get the cerebellum in,
A state to deliver lines timed to be the medicine,
Lose my breath, they're Ventolin, lose an arm, then rent a limb,
Choose to not present them in lies but still remembering,
I am not am not a veteran; I do not know everything,
Hide behind this pseudonym, I do not presume to win,
Write lines till I feel true to them, decided by the mood I'm in,
So I serve up words naked, never in sugar coats,
And I write more quotes than a fucking big book of quotes,
That's that, straight fact,
When it's down on the track you can't take it back,
And if the crowd don't react or get on ya back,
Then you've failed and you just have to live with that,
I remember when I was a kid 'n' that,
Way before I found beards and caps,
Pencils came with erasers that,
Could erase your mistakes erase, retract,
But in the real world things just ain't that easy,
You can't take back your mistakes so freely,
You gotta take them in think about them deeply,
Not ignore them and just move on discreetly,
They say Jesus died for somebody's sins but God knows he didn't die for mine,
Coz I'll stand accountable for my own damn sins each and every time,
And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive,
Then I'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick... tonight,
My head hurts,
From running head first,
Into another said verse,
(on a subject that ain't easy to talk about)
It gets worse,
Feels like my legs burst,
I swear I feel cursed,
(get up; if you feel the strain you just walk it out)
Because we live a lie for a lie and then truth for truth,
But lies can be sly and the truth aloof,
And it seems that lies can disguise and dupe the youth,
So we gotta try to define what suits as proof,
Back on track now quick to react now,
If the beats change then my flow will adapt how,
Ever it has to do so break up words like letter cubes thrown,
Around the room without a care,
Stretch out letters when there's space to spare,
How can you not love this language?
It's beauty and pain and relentless anguish,
Each twist and turn that you're controlling,
Taste each verb as off ya tongue it's rolling,
Nothing is more entertaining,
Than fuckin' with words and their arrangement,
Every syllable can rhyme,
If you will afford the time,
But now I'll leave it there alright,
And simply declare,
I feel sick tonight.
I feel sick tonight.
Something in my stomach ain't sitting right,
But I've got to overcome it, keep spitting tight,
I've gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight,
I feel sick tonight,
Ring the bell, throw in the towel; I ain't fit to fight,
I'm in hell; I don't know how I can hit this height,
But I gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight,
Trick the switch and get my brain to begin again,
Adrenalin and Benalin will get the cerebellum in,
A state to deliver lines timed to be the medicine,
Lose my breath, they're Ventolin, lose an arm, then rent a limb,
Choose to not present them in lies but still remembering,
I am not am not a veteran; I do not know everything,
Hide behind this pseudonym, I do not presume to win,
Write lines till I feel true to them, decided by the mood I'm in,
So I serve up words naked, never in sugar coats,
And I write more quotes than a fucking big book of quotes,
That's that, straight fact,
When it's down on the track you can't take it back,
And if the crowd don't react or get on ya back,
Then you've failed and you just have to live with that,
I remember when I was a kid 'n' that,
Way before I found beards and caps,
Pencils came with erasers that,
Could erase your mistakes erase, retract,
But in the real world things just ain't that easy,
You can't take back your mistakes so freely,
You gotta take them in think about them deeply,
Not ignore them and just move on discreetly,
They say Jesus died for somebody's sins but God knows he didn't die for mine,
Coz I'll stand accountable for my own damn sins each and every time,
And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive,
Then I'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick... tonight,
My head hurts,
From running head first,
Into another said verse,
(on a subject that ain't easy to talk about)
It gets worse,
Feels like my legs burst,
I swear I feel cursed,
(get up; if you feel the strain you just walk it out)
Because we live a lie for a lie and then truth for truth,
But lies can be sly and the truth aloof,
And it seems that lies can disguise and dupe the youth,
So we gotta try to define what suits as proof,
Back on track now quick to react now,
If the beats change then my flow will adapt how,
Ever it has to do so break up words like letter cubes thrown,
Around the room without a care,
Stretch out letters when there's space to spare,
How can you not love this language?
It's beauty and pain and relentless anguish,
Each twist and turn that you're controlling,
Taste each verb as off ya tongue it's rolling,
Nothing is more entertaining,
Than fuckin' with words and their arrangement,
Every syllable can rhyme,
If you will afford the time,
But now I'll leave it there alright,
And simply declare,
I feel sick tonight.
I feel sick tonight.
5 Minutes lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Each night she lays quivering, shivering here,
Asking why she keeps forgiving him, hidden in fear.
At work she has a glistening, driven career,
But at home, with one swing of the fist, it disappears [X2]
She dreams of different ways to break from under his noose.
It's one thing to see a path, but it's another to choose it;
It's one thing to want to run, but it's another to do it;
It's one thing to buy a gun, but it's another to use it.
But buy a gun she did, and it made her feel good;
She told herself if she really had to use it, she would.
The next night, drunk at the end of the bed he stood.
She said she'd take it no more and she prayed he understood.
But he didn't take to kindly to being put in his place;
She fled after the first blow and of course he gave chase.
She sat hunched, holding a gun, praying she wasn't pursued,
But when the door swung a route, he found her to shoot.
She watched in awe as his power cascaded on the floor.
It wasn't long before police came bursting through the door,
In store, a new prison, enforced by the law,
And she let out a whisper with the strength of a roar.
For the bad times, I wish you'd just admit and
Never cast a shadow across my bed;
But for the good times, I wish you five minutes
In heaven before the devil knows you're dead. [X2]
Each night she lays quivering, shivering there.
I wonder how we came to live in unforgiving despair.
I find myself given the delivering stares,
As the smell of Glenfiddich starts sieving the air. [X2]
As the bullet flew towards me I swear time stood still.
I felt every single emotion that a man could feel;
How did I get here? How could this even be real?
How could I become a person that a loved one could kill?
It wasn't always this way; I once saw love in those eyes
That now just despise and chastise all my lies,
My sarcastic replies, each new drunken guise,
And first of all these heavy hands which surmised her demise.
There was a time when we never thought the honeymoon would end;
She was my wife, my lover, confident and my friend,
But it seems these days, happiness can depend
On financial stability and the need to contend.
But I make no excuse; I let it get this way.
Other people live their lives on the minimum wage,
I was the one that couldn't cope and let it turn to rage;
Now I'm looking down the barrel, playing against the game.
For the bad times, I cannot be acquitted or
Let off as the bullet enters my head.
But for the good times, I wish for 5 minutes in
Heaven before the devil knows I'm dead. [X2]
Before the devil knows I'm dead.
Cauliflower lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Fell in love with a boy from the city
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
As I went to pull away ever so gently bit me
Within those three days it gets no better
We were inseparable; no-one could seper-
-rate us make us question our status
It was like someone, somehow found a way to syncopate us
And it'll stay that way forever, in my mind that is
Coz it was a stolen three days and a stolen kiss
And although those three days I sorely miss
I own those three days when I write like this
I fell in love with a girl from the city
You're all I want, you're all I need
You are the one for me
You hold me close, you hold me near
You are the one for me
The pain I feel when you leave
You are the one for me
You're all I want and all I see
You are the one for me
Fell in love with a boy from the city
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
And when I went to pull back ever so gently bit me
I still hear her sometimes but it's not the same
Like when you get a pen and paper and write your name
Over and over and over again
Although it hasn't, in the end it somehow seems to change
But I feel right now I must stress
That I write this with a smile on my face and nothing less
Coz when I think about the times we waste on regrets
I realise for those three days I was blessed
I fell in love with a girl from the city
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
As I went to pull away ever so gently bit me
Within those three days it gets no better
We were inseparable; no-one could seper-
-rate us make us question our status
It was like someone, somehow found a way to syncopate us
And it'll stay that way forever, in my mind that is
Coz it was a stolen three days and a stolen kiss
And although those three days I sorely miss
I own those three days when I write like this
I fell in love with a girl from the city
You're all I want, you're all I need
You are the one for me
You hold me close, you hold me near
You are the one for me
The pain I feel when you leave
You are the one for me
You're all I want and all I see
You are the one for me
Fell in love with a boy from the city
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
And when I went to pull back ever so gently bit me
I still hear her sometimes but it's not the same
Like when you get a pen and paper and write your name
Over and over and over again
Although it hasn't, in the end it somehow seems to change
But I feel right now I must stress
That I write this with a smile on my face and nothing less
Coz when I think about the times we waste on regrets
I realise for those three days I was blessed
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Great Britain lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I'm from a little place called Great Britain,
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain,
These words upon my page written,
Are the things that make and break Britain.
See, I'm from a little place called Great Britain,
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain,
These words upon my page written,
Are the things that make and break Britain.
One inch, to the left, to the left,
Could of been the difference between life and death,
Knife wound to the heart to the side of the chest,
Could of been one statistic less.
See sometimes great Britain ain't that great,
Kids getting stabbed at an alarming rate,
Press with a passion to exaggerate,
Increasingly clueless heads of state.
You see, knife crime, knife crime ain't about knifes,
It's about young Britain and their ways of lives,
You don't solve knife crime by taking knifes to hand,
You solve it by instilling new hopes and plans,
It's got positives though, I swear its true,
North, South, East, West to the midlands too.
God damn 'versity, that shines right through.
Who's makes the best music in the world? We do.
I'm from a little place called Great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
See, I'm from a little place called Great Britain,
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain,
These words upon my page written,
Are the things that make and break Britain.
In a 2008/2009 government report,
Violent crime was not listed to increase,
Or decrease, it was instead listed as stable.
Now what I ask you is, is stable really acceptable?
You see between 2003 and 2008, the number of children admitted into NHS hospitals
With knife wounds saw a rise of one hundred and twenty percent.
So in my eyes, 2008/2009's stability, just marks our cards as desensitised.
But statistics can be twisted, and our contexts aren't realistic,
And while this might seem over simplistic, we need to fight this and resist it.
I'm from a little place called Great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
See, I'm from a little place called Great Britain,
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain,
These words upon my page written,
Are the things that make and break Britain.
See, I'm from a little place called (Great Britain),
But I dunno if I love or (hate Britain),
These words upon my (page written),
Are the things that make and make and
See, I'm from a little place called (Great Britain),
But I dunno if I love or (hate Britain),
These words upon my (page written),
Are the things that make and break Britain.
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain,
These words upon my page written,
Are the things that make and break Britain.
See, I'm from a little place called Great Britain,
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain,
These words upon my page written,
Are the things that make and break Britain.
One inch, to the left, to the left,
Could of been the difference between life and death,
Knife wound to the heart to the side of the chest,
Could of been one statistic less.
See sometimes great Britain ain't that great,
Kids getting stabbed at an alarming rate,
Press with a passion to exaggerate,
Increasingly clueless heads of state.
You see, knife crime, knife crime ain't about knifes,
It's about young Britain and their ways of lives,
You don't solve knife crime by taking knifes to hand,
You solve it by instilling new hopes and plans,
It's got positives though, I swear its true,
North, South, East, West to the midlands too.
God damn 'versity, that shines right through.
Who's makes the best music in the world? We do.
I'm from a little place called Great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
See, I'm from a little place called Great Britain,
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain,
These words upon my page written,
Are the things that make and break Britain.
In a 2008/2009 government report,
Violent crime was not listed to increase,
Or decrease, it was instead listed as stable.
Now what I ask you is, is stable really acceptable?
You see between 2003 and 2008, the number of children admitted into NHS hospitals
With knife wounds saw a rise of one hundred and twenty percent.
So in my eyes, 2008/2009's stability, just marks our cards as desensitised.
But statistics can be twisted, and our contexts aren't realistic,
And while this might seem over simplistic, we need to fight this and resist it.
I'm from a little place called Great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
See, I'm from a little place called Great Britain,
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain,
These words upon my page written,
Are the things that make and break Britain.
See, I'm from a little place called (Great Britain),
But I dunno if I love or (hate Britain),
These words upon my (page written),
Are the things that make and make and
See, I'm from a little place called (Great Britain),
But I dunno if I love or (hate Britain),
These words upon my (page written),
Are the things that make and break Britain.
Get Better lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Imagine a song, that really reached out and touched kids,
And not in a Daily Mail way, innocence corrupted,
But in a way where criticism remained constructive,
And wasn't too politicised and children weren't instructed,
To behave in a way that was unrealistic,
Or made out the way they live was somehow sick and twisted,
But simply pointed out reasons to get it together,
Not shouting "get a job", but just saying,
[Chorus]
Get better, get better, get better, get better,
Get better, get better, get,
Get better, get better, get better, get better,
Get better,
Get better,
Get better, get better, get better,
Get better, get better, get,
Get better, get better, get better,
Get better,
You see the young mother capital is where I live,
Little kids being raised by slightly bigger kids,
Society seems unphased that this is how it is,
While I'm constantly amazed that this is how it is,
They confuse love at first sight with lust at first light,
It must have hurt right when trust first took flight,
You're young, you've no rights, you long for new heights,
But some of those nights leave more than love bites,
Tops cropped, skirts stop at the top of their thighs,
And the boys got that hungry look in their eyes,
They wanna be grown up and have respect you see,
But they're acting uneducated sexually,
I ain't saying' be celibate,
Go out and have your fun,
But there's plenty you can do without impregnation,
And there ain't nothing wrong at all with having children,
Just build yourself a little before you try to build them,
And,
[Chorus]
I see small town syndrome growing in size,
There's not a lot to do, so the kids they decide,
To get drunk every night, a glazed eyes disguise,
Do drugs every night, tired from their lives,
People getting off their faces for a quiet night in,
Kids rolling around the streets rowing and fighting,
But it's all just because life ain't too exciting,
And it's easier than trying to do the right thing,
But there are other choices -- if you want them,
You don't have to tow the line and just float with the flotsam,
You can build your time better when you find a passion,
The Internet and public services give free education,
So it really ain't a case of rich or poor,
It's a case of self-motivation and nothing more,
Like Billy says, whether you have or you have not wealth,
The system might fail you, but don't fail yourself,
Just,
[Chorus]
And not in a Daily Mail way, innocence corrupted,
But in a way where criticism remained constructive,
And wasn't too politicised and children weren't instructed,
To behave in a way that was unrealistic,
Or made out the way they live was somehow sick and twisted,
But simply pointed out reasons to get it together,
Not shouting "get a job", but just saying,
[Chorus]
Get better, get better, get better, get better,
Get better, get better, get,
Get better, get better, get better, get better,
Get better,
Get better,
Get better, get better, get better,
Get better, get better, get,
Get better, get better, get better,
Get better,
You see the young mother capital is where I live,
Little kids being raised by slightly bigger kids,
Society seems unphased that this is how it is,
While I'm constantly amazed that this is how it is,
They confuse love at first sight with lust at first light,
It must have hurt right when trust first took flight,
You're young, you've no rights, you long for new heights,
But some of those nights leave more than love bites,
Tops cropped, skirts stop at the top of their thighs,
And the boys got that hungry look in their eyes,
They wanna be grown up and have respect you see,
But they're acting uneducated sexually,
I ain't saying' be celibate,
Go out and have your fun,
But there's plenty you can do without impregnation,
And there ain't nothing wrong at all with having children,
Just build yourself a little before you try to build them,
And,
[Chorus]
I see small town syndrome growing in size,
There's not a lot to do, so the kids they decide,
To get drunk every night, a glazed eyes disguise,
Do drugs every night, tired from their lives,
People getting off their faces for a quiet night in,
Kids rolling around the streets rowing and fighting,
But it's all just because life ain't too exciting,
And it's easier than trying to do the right thing,
But there are other choices -- if you want them,
You don't have to tow the line and just float with the flotsam,
You can build your time better when you find a passion,
The Internet and public services give free education,
So it really ain't a case of rich or poor,
It's a case of self-motivation and nothing more,
Like Billy says, whether you have or you have not wealth,
The system might fail you, but don't fail yourself,
Just,
[Chorus]
Inert Explosions lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
When I spit, intensity intensifies,
My thoughts contort inside,
The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes
The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied,
The waste then ostracised, potential realised.
Not a potential to speak as speaking works,
But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard,
These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all
Now flow with the full force of a waterfall
And that's enough force to break the death star,
Then I gotta pause, and take a breath.
That's better now, let's put some words together,
Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words,
A sentence, or maybe even a verse,
That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts,
Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works,
A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert.
(Frozen) Frozen in a different time
(Chosen) Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme
(Supposing) Supposing we all have these things inside
(Explosion) An explosion's all you need to make this rhyme benign
[Chorus:]
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x2]
This internal spontaneous combustion engine,
This evil grandiose, eruption pending,
Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating,
Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that's waiting,
And when you do, it all just flows through,
The roads have no queues, no one can slow you,
It's bright, there's no hue, the sights are in view,
It's tight and it's true, each line feels so new.
You sit down and write, write, write right now
On your laptop type, type, type now
Everything feels right, right, right now
And you won't stop and you don't stop [x2]
[Spoken:]
How're you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than
Any other person in the world, it ain't clever man?
And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle?
Before you answer, sip the question a little.
[Chorus:]
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x4]
My thoughts contort inside,
The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes
The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied,
The waste then ostracised, potential realised.
Not a potential to speak as speaking works,
But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard,
These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all
Now flow with the full force of a waterfall
And that's enough force to break the death star,
Then I gotta pause, and take a breath.
That's better now, let's put some words together,
Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words,
A sentence, or maybe even a verse,
That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts,
Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works,
A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert.
(Frozen) Frozen in a different time
(Chosen) Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme
(Supposing) Supposing we all have these things inside
(Explosion) An explosion's all you need to make this rhyme benign
[Chorus:]
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x2]
This internal spontaneous combustion engine,
This evil grandiose, eruption pending,
Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating,
Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that's waiting,
And when you do, it all just flows through,
The roads have no queues, no one can slow you,
It's bright, there's no hue, the sights are in view,
It's tight and it's true, each line feels so new.
You sit down and write, write, write right now
On your laptop type, type, type now
Everything feels right, right, right now
And you won't stop and you don't stop [x2]
[Spoken:]
How're you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than
Any other person in the world, it ain't clever man?
And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle?
Before you answer, sip the question a little.
[Chorus:]
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x4]
Stake A Claim lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
In this democracy I as a citizen reserve the right to stand up for what I believe in
In this democracy I as a citizen I’m not accountable to the government
In this democracy the government is accountable to us, the people
In this democracy the government is elected by us, the people
To represent us, the people
In our best interests, on a national and international scale
And if they’re not doing so, In this democracy, I as a citizen reserve the right
To rise up
I will not move, I will not change
I will not bend or play their games
I will stand tall with a full frame
I will take pride I will stake a claim
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To stand up for what I believe in
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To not just sit around, bitching and moaning
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To take action if action be needed
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To realize that the power is with us
And no one else…
I will not move, I will not change…
[X4]
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will not move, I will not change…
In this democracy I as a citizen I’m not accountable to the government
In this democracy the government is accountable to us, the people
In this democracy the government is elected by us, the people
To represent us, the people
In our best interests, on a national and international scale
And if they’re not doing so, In this democracy, I as a citizen reserve the right
To rise up
I will not move, I will not change
I will not bend or play their games
I will stand tall with a full frame
I will take pride I will stake a claim
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To stand up for what I believe in
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To not just sit around, bitching and moaning
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To take action if action be needed
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To realize that the power is with us
And no one else…
I will not move, I will not change…
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I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will not move, I will not change…
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