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The mama pajama rolled out of bed And she ran to the police station When the papa found out he began to shout And he started the investigation It's against the law It was against the law What the mama saw It was against the law The mama looked down and spit on the ground Every time my name gets mentioned The papa said, "Oy, if I get that boy I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention" Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Whoa, in a couple of days they come and take me away But the press let the story leak And when the radical priest Come to get me released We was all on the cover of Newsweek And I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard
The mama pajama rolled out of bed And she ran to the police station When the papa found out he began to shout And he started the investigation It's against the law It was against the law What the mama saw It was against the law The mama looked down and spit on the ground Every time my name gets mentioned The papa said, "Oy, if I get that boy I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention" Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Whoa, in a couple of days they come and take me away But the press let the story leak And when the radical priest Come to get me released We was all on the cover of Newsweek And I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Seein' me and Julio Down by the schoolyard
War! What is it good for? GM (GM), IBM (IBM), Newsweek (Newsweek), CNN (CNN) Universal European (Universal European) ITV (ITV), VCR (VCR) Industry GM (GM), IBM (IBM), Newsweek (Newsweek), CNN (CNN) Universal European (Universal European) ITV (ITV), VCR (VCR) Reuters (Reuters), MGM (MGM) Siemens (Siemens), Sony (Sony) Universal European (Universal European) DAF (DAF), Volkswagen (Volkswagen) War!
Life, Look, Pic, Peek always print a beautiful cast And another thing they love Is a certain photograph You take the Time, Tide, Newsweek, ev?ry editorial staff Over a beer they agree The man of the year Is the air minded executive Who dearly loves to fly He was an up to date go-getter His lady friend was even better She went along to take a letter Just to be nearby The air minded executive Will take off on the sly He was a most romantic feller And all the things he used to tell her About the role of his propeller Somewhere in the sky...
Weird goings-on at the county jail Prisoners reading the sheriff's mail He's strapped down to a swivel chair Trying to swivel right out of there Pin-striped sweet's in cell 15 Convinced his self it's all a dream He's got a pet black tabby cat That carries a gun and wears a stetson hat The door flies open, in strides geek Looking like the front page of newsweek He says to lou in a voice of glee, 'what's the matter, ain't you glad to see me? ' Lou's on the floor 'cause he can't stand up As green as a leaf in a tea-cup When on to geek's back jumps a stetson-hatted cat Which breaks geek's neck like he was a rat Long gone geek!
You got the CBS...! And the ABC...! You got Time and Newsweek! Well, they're the same to me! Now don't you wanna get right with me? (Puzzling evidence) I hope you get ev'rything you need (Puzzling Evidence) Puzzling evidence Puzzling evidence Puzzling evidence Done hardened in your heart Hardened in your heart. ...Alright!
When I got back home I found a message on the door Sweet Regina's gone to China cross legged on the floor Of a burning jet that's smoothly flying Burning airlines give you so much more How does she intend to live when she's in far Cathay I somehow can't imagine her just planting rice all day Maybe she will do a bit of spying With micro cameras hidden in her hair I guess regina's on a plane a Newsweek on her knees While miles below the curlews call from strangely stunted trees The painted sage sits just as though he's flying Regina's jet disturbs his wispy beard When you reach Kyoto send a postcard if you can And please convey my fond regards to Chihhao's girl Yu-lan I heard a rumor they were getting married But someone left the papers in Japan Left them in Japan
War! What is it good for? GM (GM), IBM (IBM), Newsweek (Newsweek), CNN (CNN) Universal European (Universal European) ITV (ITV), VCR (VCR) Industry GM (GM), IBM (IBM), Newsweek (Newsweek), CNN (CNN) Universal European (Universal European) ITV (ITV), VCR (VCR) Reuters (Reuters), MGM (MGM) Siemens (Siemens), Sony (Sony) Universal European (Universal European) DAF (DAF), Volkswagen (Volkswagen) War!
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy (crazy) I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me For wantin' my cake, and eat it too, and wantin' it both ways Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated When I blew, see, but it was confusing 'Cause all I wanted to do's be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (ooh) Hit the lottery, ooh-wee But with what I gave up to get, it was bittersweet It was like winnin' a used mink Ironic 'cause I think I'm gettin' so huge I need a shrink I'm beginnin' to lose sleep, one sheep, two sheep Going coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think, 'cause I'm I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Now, I ain't much of a poet But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment And don't squander it 'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow So I keep conjurin' Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from Yeah, ponderin'll do you wonders No wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo I think it went wanderin' off down yonder And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen 'Cause I need an interventionist To intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict 'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me And I can't conquer it My OCD is conkin' me in the head, keep knockin' Nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkin' I'm just relayin' what the voice in my head's sayin' Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Call me crazy, but I have this vision One day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then, drums get killed and I'm comin' straight at MC's, blood gets spilled and I'll take it back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that pumped-up feelin' And shit to say back to the kids who played him I ain't here to save the fuckin' children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are going through a struggle feels it and relates, that's great It's payback, Russell Wilson Falling way back in the draft Turn nothin' into somethin', still can Make that, straw into gold, chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that It's nothin', I'm still friends with the I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy (crazy) I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me For wantin' my cake, and eat it too, and wantin' it both ways Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated When I blew, see, but it was confusing 'Cause all I wanted to do's be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (ooh) Hit the lottery, ooh-wee But with what I gave up to get, it was bittersweet It was like winnin' a used mink Ironic 'cause I think I'm gettin' so huge I need a shrink I'm beginnin' to lose sleep, one sheep, two sheep Going coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think, 'cause I'm I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Now, I ain't much of a poet But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment And don't squander it 'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow So I keep conjurin' Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from Yeah, ponderin'll do you wonders No wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo I think it went wanderin' off down yonder And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen 'Cause I need an interventionist To intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict 'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me And I can't conquer it My OCD is conkin' me in the head, keep knockin' Nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkin' I'm just relayin' what the voice in my head's sayin' Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Call me crazy, but I have this vision One day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then, drums get killed and I'm comin' straight at MC's, blood gets spilled and I'll take it back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that pumped-up feelin' And shh to say back to the kids who played him I ain't here to save the children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are going through a struggle feels it and relates, that's great It's payback, Russell Wilson Falling way back in the draft Turn nothin' into somethin', still can Make that, straw into gold, chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that It's nothin', I'm still friends with the I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
You got the CBS And the ABC You got Time and Newsweek Well, they're the same to me Now don't you wanna get right with me? Puzzling evidence I hope you get ev'rything you need, puzzling evidence Puzzling evidence Puzzling evidence Puzzling evidence Done hardened in your heart Hardened in your heart Alright Now I am the gun And you are the bullet I got the power and glory!
Face the nation Face the nation Face the nation I'm entertaining notions Propelled by raw emotions Put down your Time and Newsweek Listen to me when I speak There is no pulse to finger No waves of grain to bring her No purple mountain story And no epoch of glory Face the nation Face the nation Face the nation
Nice Guy No more nothing (x3) No more Playboy No more Newsweek No more Walter Kronkite No more watered down television trash No more nothing (x3) No more whinin' No more sulkin' No more nothing (x5) No more scientology No more EST No more Jim Jones No more su... ........
I'm doing my thing yo Quit bending all my fingo Quit beatin me like your ringo You want to go you want to win a war Like p.l.o we don't surrendo Sunshowers that fall on my troubles Are over you my baby And some showers I'll be aiming at you 'cause I'm watching you my baby I bongo with my lingo Beat it like a wing yo From congo to columbo Can't stereo-type my thing yo I checked that mouth on him Fucking check that gas on him I had him cornered him Fucking shut that gate on him Why would you listen to him He had his way I'm bored of him I'm tired of him I don't want to be as bad as him It's a bomb yo So run yo Put away your stupid gun yo 'cause see though like a protocol call Which is why they blow it up fore they go Sun showers that fall on my troubles Are over you my baby And some showers I'll be aiming at you 'cause I'm watching you my baby Semi-9 and snipered him On that wall they posted him They cornered him And then just murdered him He told them he didn't know them He wasn't there they didn't know him They show'd him a picture then Ain't that you with the Muslims He got Colgate on his teeth And Reebok classics on his feet At a factory he does Nike And then helps the family Beat heart beat He's made it to the newsweek Sweetheart seen it He's doing it for the peeps peace Sunshowers that fall on my troubles Are over you my baby And some showers I'll be aiming at you 'cause I'm watching you my baby The accompanying video was shot in the South Indian jungle and directed by the acclaimed Rajesh Touchriver.
Life, Look, Pic, Peek always print a beautiful cast And another thing they love Is a certain photograph You take the Time, Tide, Newsweek, ev?ry editorial staff Over a beer they agree The man of the year Is the air minded executive Who dearly loves to fly He was an up to date go-getter His lady friend was even better She went along to take a letter Just to be nearby The air minded executive Will take off on the sly He was a most romantic feller And all the things he used to tell her About the role of his propeller Somewhere in the sky...
You got the CBS And the ABC You got Time and Newsweek Well, they're the same to me Now don't you wanna get right with me? Puzzling evidence I hope you get ev'rything you need, puzzling evidence Puzzling Evidence Puzzling Evidence Puzzling Evidence Done hardened in your heart Hardened in your heart Alright Now I am the gun And you are the bullet I got the power and glory!
But if you're talkin' danger then one name comes to mind Make an unwise decision call the wonderful 99 It was way back in the nineties a dollar still was worth a dime An international coincidence made newsweek and time A hundred brave men or women, give or take a few Got started on a friday night by monday they were back in school Two kings, a pope, and the president of the denver savings and loan Made and unwise decision, wished they'd stayed at home A missile launching pad didn't go as planned The wonderful 99 were called to deliver it by hand 99 brave soldiers in 99 pair of keds Lookin' for a motel 6 with 99 twin beds A place to park a missile an watch some cable news Maybe rent the top gun video and grimace like tom cruise Now there's 99 yellow ribbons around the old oak tree Most of it's top secret, the rest is history It's been a couple weeks now, how the memory fades with time Of an unwise decision and the wonderful 99
I can dig it Hoes- Take me to the bridge Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (what) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg (who) Snoop Dogg, Snoop Dogg Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life You can bet your bottom biscuit You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up) Tha Doggfather is a household name From basketball to alcohol, everybody love the Dogg I'm sure Billy King probably got a Doggystyle tape Somewhere hidden in his briefcase Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines Dope fiends, prom queens, we too clean Take a look you ain't ever seen One hip-hop rapstar drop this West Coast rap-cord Back to the spot up top West Hills for real, give it up to him (WC) A who bang with diamond Take a hit with big Lajeezy before he found some wheezy With blue Colion playin' in the backround On the behind line with big style Hitting P, LIG tell him let it go Game strong, no longer in the roll Just a few names from the respected files LBC styles, DPG ale I bought a house with a lake in the back My big holey stack just like that I make ya scream (ahhhhhh) I make ya shout (ooooohhh) C'mon all you partyin' people Let me turn ya out Cuz you know I'm all about The hoes, money, and clout And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy) All the way down South I make ya scream (ahhhhhh) I make ya shout (ooooohhh) C'mon all you partyin' people Let me turn ya out Cause you know I'm all about The hoes, money, and clout And I rock a Long Beach City (heyyyyyy) All the way down South
This year we Thug Life But we Outlaw Immortalz We die nigga, but we multiply, we like legends nigga Like I'll make you famous motherfucker I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol good shit My niggas make the papers baby My niggas make the front page
Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want They looking for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen Crooks and Castle on his back, Maybacher Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Working like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rocking D Boy, Fila velour in one-ninety black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking I'm him Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want They looking for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) Rubber-grip-holder, reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soliders in half, silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and moving raw to chilling in wine cellars Sticks and humidors, that's what I call mature That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit I try to make more cream By every September 14th, that's my dream So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me Let's go Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want They looking for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero) This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it First L.A. and Doug Morris was riding with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said "Nas, why is he trying it?" My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So "Untitled" it is I never change nothing, but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable y'all Let's go Yeah, Nas, Polow da Don
Turns the lights down low Turns the lights down low (Turn low) Turns the lights down low Turns the lights down low (Low) Turns the light down low (Low) Turns the light down low (Low) Every time there's a breakup I feel wake up Everybody knows but I feel the pain but Y'all don't really know about How this should be doing down Be the biggest talk in town The rumors going round Everybody wanna love Cos what their game does I be just wanting to find somebody with the same 'cause I can make y'all understand me I know some of y'all gotta feel me I been around the world Just trying to be your girl I still lost you, lost you (And I know it's not because of me) It ain't me, it ain't me, it ain't me I said Ooh it's gotta be you, be you, be you, be you It ain't me, it ain't me, it ain't me I said Ooh it's gotta be you, be you, be you, be you I'm not making this up To clear mistakes up You're the one to blow it up Saying I'm doing too much Why he kept that safe key Look at how you're playing me Betraying me And this image of what you made me And now you're talking this stuff Think are getting desperate Newsweek, you would day to day look at Mutya You can't ever even really know me Cos my ass is the only thing you'll see I been around the world (Been around the world) Just trying to be your girl (Trying to be your girl) I still lost you, lost you (And I know it's not because of me) It ain't me, it ain't me, it ain't me I said Ooh it's gotta be you, be you, be you, be you It ain't me, it ain't me, it ain't me I said Ooh it's gotta be you, be you, be you, be you Mm, mm, mm Everybody makes mistakes sometimes Mm, mm, mm My mistake just happens to be you Mm, mm, mm I don't have to live with regrets Mm, mm, mm And I should have known all along Mmm, mmm, mmm It was always you It ain't me, it ain't me, it ain't me I said Ooh it's gotta be you, be you, be you, be you It ain't me, it ain't me, it ain't me I said Ooh it's gotta be you, be you, be you, be you It's you (You) It's you (You) It's you (You) It's you (You) It's you (You) It's you (You) It's you (Yeah) It's you It's you
Well you can call me a punk, I like to scrap when I'm drunk And I'm just likely to cause a scene I got an old Cadillac, I like to sit in the back And flog the dog between the covers of Sex-teen Hey man, I said now don't push me around Hey man, I'm eighteen and I've been around I'm gonna buy me some wine, I'm gonna have a good time And don't you tell me what I shouldn't do Cause you just don't understand, I'm not a boy, I'm a man But you don't want to hear from nothin', now do you Hey man, I said now don't push me around Hey man, I'm eighteen and I've been around Well you can tell me I'm right, and you can tell me I'm wrong But I don't really care what you say I'm gonna drive into town with the top rolled down And find me someone who's been feelin' the same way Been pushed around, I've been taken by clowns They're makin' millions just for fun, what a bad break And who's to know if the show was a show With his picture on the cover of Newsweek Now hey man, I said don't push me around Hey man, I'm eighteen and I've been around Hey man, I said now don't push me around Hey man, I'm eighteen and I've been around
I'm doing my thing yo Quit bending all my fingo Quit beatin me like your ringo You want to go you want to win a war Like p.l.o we don't surrendo Sunshowers that fall on my troubles Are over you my baby And some showers I'll be aiming at you 'Cause I'm watching you my baby I bongo with my lingo Beat it like a wing yo From congo to columbo Can't stereo-type my thing yo I checked that mouth on him Fucking check that gas on him I had him cornered him Fucking shut that gate on him Why would you listen to him He had his way I'm bored of him I'm tired of him I don't want to be as bad as him It's a bomb yo So run yo Put away your stupid gun yo 'Cause see though like a protocol call Which is why they blow it up fore they go Sunshowers that fall on my troubles Are over you my baby And some showers I'll be aiming at you 'Cause I'm watching you my baby Semi-9 and snipered him On that wall they posted him They cornered him And then just murdered him He told them he didn't know them He wasn't there they didn't know him They show'd him a picture then Ain't that you with the muslims He got colgate on his teeth And reeebok classics on his feet At a factory he does Nike And then helps the family Beat heart beat He's made it to the newsweek Sweetheart seen it He's doing it for the peeps peace Sunshowers that fall on my troubles Are over you my baby And some showers I'll be aiming at you 'Cause I'm watching you my baby
Children yet to be born Don't you mourn me now 'Cause the crows are in the corn Lay it down, lay it down Old man's on his porch His house burning down When he passes you his torch Lay it down, lay it down And the young man comes To beat his drums And the old man sings 'Here it comes, here it comes' And Newsweek's featured everyone by now Lay it down, lay it down now Lay it down We built this house of cards We can tear it down When it hurts don't take it hard Lay it down, lay it down And the wild man brings His wild man things While the press keeps Pressing on the pressure king And the drums are beating Everywhere by now Lay it down, lay it down Lay it down
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