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think you got no place to go?
well thinking’s so last week bro
in here we’re having fun
all the jams are #1
so you don’t need to think
no you don’t need to think
need some shelter from the storm?
our body heat will keep you warm
pop is my philosophy
get up here and dance with me
cuz you don’t need to think
no you don’t need to think
Chaucer, Dante
who needs that shit?
this is L.A.
in the past we had ambition
now we’re all on television
cuz we don’t need to think
no we don’t need to think
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every girl i love is a junkie
needle messianic, living calvary
i'm judas when they're fixed
mother mary when they're sick and alone
they roll away the stone
every girl i loved was a saint
valleys exalted and the rough places plain
they damned me and they saved me, loved me and never forgave me
in terra canunt angeli
the girl i love is a king
worried how she'll be remembered in the songs i sing
if i leave the words unspoken will the spell remain unbroken
the time for strings is over, i've looked over my shoulder
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Hey Little Girl
04:36
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wearing $5 shades to the dollar store
made her look a little like a $2 whore
it ain’t your fault he drinks like a fish
it ain’t your fault he breaks every dish
wears your mascara as his laurel wreath
though we can tell it’s black and blue underneath
hey little girl, you could be bigger
looks like a giant, he’s a hundred feet tall
but he’s only big cuz you chose to be small
it ain’t your fault he spoils your fun
it ain’t Flash Gordon with his laser gun
when he looks with that whisky smile
why can’t he tell that it tastes like bile?
ain’t no solution, i’m just a different man
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god shines his blessins on sons of a bitch
the bloody fist
the unmarked grave
stay out of our way
or you'll vanish and never be missed
god shines his blessins on sons of a bitch
life be all pills all dope all cash
bottle of oxys, double of mash
score find you first
law find you last
when the warrant is issued you will be warned
all corroborating evidence burned
guilty verdict gonna be overturned
cuz god shines his blessins on sons of a bitch
the bloody fist
the unmarked grave
stay out of our way
or you'll vanish and never be missed
god shines his blessins on sons of a bitch
hookers ain't working, they're filled with junk
cops don't say nothin' you got 'em outranked
there's an envelope waiting and they got you to thank
and city hall loves you
they'll keep you protected
throw banquets to get you elected and shut the fuck up until you bark directions
because god shines his blessins on sons of a bitch
the bloody fist
the unmarked grave
stay out of our way
or you'll vanish and never be missed
god shines his blessins on sons of a bitch
always fear always silence
and disappearances and violence
the d.o.j. pardon you for your compliance
so do as we say
and you can have it all
resist & you'll face the law
and carmen ortiz will nail your neck to the wall
because god shines his blessins on sons of a bitch
the bloody fist
the unmarked grave
stay out of our way
or you'll vanish and never be missed
god shines his blessins on sons of a bitch
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