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Villains
03:32
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It's getting higher
Too much for him to care
I dont know if he notices the stare
From the handbags, and jewellery
It's about time he starts to see
He's just a little, beatbox kid
She's getting louder
Her eyes begin to beg
Ee don't know if she notices we're there
It's her place to be, her misery
It's about time she starts to see
that she used to be a little, beatbox kid
They are growing into villains again
They are growing into something, that we can't comprehend
They are growing into villains again
And we must watch, we must watch
Still no one calm
We're still not at the end
They will never hear our voices in their head
Our sympathy, for you and me
Get us out of this catastrophe
We dont want you anymore, beatbox kid
They are growing into villains again
They are growing into something, that we can't comprehend
They are growing into villains again
And we must watch, we must watch
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Mr. Gangster Man
04:03
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He wears a black hat and brown seude jacket
Who knows what he needs those for
Five sets of knifes and a gold machete
His boots are heavy but he makes no racket
You see him walking when he's on the run
He smokes cigars in his spit shined cadillac
That's quite unusual for a mafia man
He doesn't even, need a sidekick
Cause he's in control
Cause, he's in control
Please Mr. Gangster man,
We'd love to join you on an expedition
Please Mr. Gangster man,
We'd love to join you on an expedition
He knows 8 languages and even the morse code
He wakes up each day at quarter to 6
He follows no sport or religon
Yet somehow they, still call him god
'Cause he always knows, where your mind is
And if you're speaking, he won't listen
Cause no news is, new to him
And dont even bother try catch him sleeping
Yeah he can hear from a mile away
He doesn't even, use a revolver
Cause he's in control
He's in control
Please Mr. Gangster man,
We'd love to join you on an expedition
Please Mr. Gangster man,
We'd love to join you on an expedition
We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for
We know what you're looking for
Oh please Mr. Gangster man
We can join in your pursuit
We can implement your plans
We don't want you to work alone
We don't want you to work alone
Mr. Gangster man
Mr. Gangster man
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Secret Passage
02:55
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The Bank Robbery
04:14
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These men are dangerous
These men are dangerous, plotting their way with icy calm, to riches far beyond the wildest dreams of ordinary men
These men are ruthless, fear has no meaning to them as they hurl the finest of the law
These men were born to violence and learnt to meet the worst that they could bring, with nerves of steel.
These men, are dangerous
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Tomorrow's Past
05:18
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We won't even walk the streets now
We won't even to watch that show
You see that man over there looks like a headless chook cause he's got nowhere to go
You really should have made your mind up
You really should have left the town
You'll find a 100 suits in the butcher store that nobody's found
I'd like one more chance to please you,
Lets march together,
Backwards into tomorrow's past
If you could understand you might see,
That we're connected, corrupted by reality
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Escape Of The Black Crow
02:53
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The wind is breaking my nose, I cant see the sky,
Lost in a place that I don't know, aint got no ride
Such a thrill
This is such a thrill
Hey black crow,
I want your murdering eyes
They see me walking, you know, I ain't got no prize
The sound of footsteps rushing, you know it's no surprise
Is this real
Why is this real
Hey black crow,
I want your murdering eyes
Jumped into the river you know, I wanna stay alive
A horde of bullets follow me in, glowing under flashlights
I can't feel
Why can't I feel
Hey black crow,
I want your murdering eyes
I wake up
Back in the same room
Full of all the same people, you know
They're the ones who
First put me here and I'm the one that
They all fear
Full of guilt
Yeah
They're so full of guilt
Hey black crow,
I want your murdering eyes
Hey black crow,
I want your murdering eyes
Black crow
Black crow
black crow
black crow
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Dreaming Again
04:38
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You hear these, parasites,
They've got a thousand voices
I seem to be, ignoring
Why am i, still under attack?
Why can't you, take your point? and leave me?
I'm still wandering inside your, precious kingdom
Turning onto your back, will put you on a voyage Towards an island of boredom
In an upwards downhill spiral,
They lead me into a loop again,
I'll find my way outta here just keep telling yourself,
I'm dreaming again
I'm dreaming again
I'm dreaming again
I'm dreaming again, again
She tunes the radio, it's a classical morning,
When you hear the sound of the next room thump it reminds you,
Mr. Dylan, are you dead?
Because, they won't believe me, believe me
A swell of, viral media seeks to be filled again,
Stampeded by them, you'll find there's no point they all just wanted to win
And you just leave them watching,
Whilst you're forever ignoring
I'll find my way outta here, just keep telling yourself
I'm dreaming again
I'm dreaming again
I'm dreaming again
I'm dreaming again, again
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The Ordinary
03:21
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Watch them crowd around me,
With the queen ant
As I said to myself
Why am I in this mess?
Come hit me with your comic book bam
You've only got one chance
Cause I've got other many ideas
Floating in my head
Keep walking,
Eeah keep walking
Keep walking
(Don't you be scared now)
Hear the sneakers hit the floor,
In a street romance,
Pursuit continues in every corner, and every dead end
Keep walking,
Eeah keep walking
Keep walking
(Don't you be scared now)
Reading what the papers report,
Of our felony friends,
They call themselves the streetwise bandits,
But they should never forget...
We're just the same old ordinary people
We're just the same old ordinary people
We're just the same old ordinary people
We're just the same old ordinary people
(Woah, wa oh)
We're just the same old ordinary people
(Woah, wa oh)
We're just the same old ordinary people
(Woah, wa oh)
We're just the same old ordinary people
(Woah, wa oh)
We're just the same old ordinary people
(Yeah ordinary people, ordinary people)
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Video computer system is 20 cartridges with 1300 game variations you play on your own tv set
Dad said,
Why dont you just go outside
I mean why?
To play cricket, soccer on the road?
Garden
Even grow your own vegetables
Horseride
Lasertank
Mountainboard
Orienteer
Paintball
Squash
Bikes
Safari
Skateboard
And skip
But why, why why?
When I can do that, on my own tv set?
Your own tv set
Your own tv set
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13. |
Soup
04:15
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14. |
New Kids In Town
01:27
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