Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western
Sitting around, no work today Try pacing to keep awake Laying around, no school today Just drink until the clock Has circled all the way It's late afternoon
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If our world falls down tomorrow You be sure I'll be there with a net To catch the pieces falling And I was always there And I was always there I was
Watch it Watch it Watch it Go Always gotta be one step ahead You know where you're lying When you make your own bed You'll never end up in the red So
You go on ahead, honey You have a good time there You make me feel funny I'm no ordinary lover or friend I believe, we have things to do I believe in
Antiquated towards achievement blame liaison the souls of the workers would they not feel the burden of woes had the tyrannous not placed it there
I catch my breath and ready for the race to come No prizes call, the contest is my opium Since you can never be sure When they're keeping the score You
One step ahead of you Stay in motion, keep an open mind Love is a race won by two Your emotion, my solitude If I stop I could lose my head So I'm losing
Progress? That's just regression Technology? That's nothing new "Advance!" you scream insanely "Advance"? From this to what? [Chorus:] And every time
Hold on a red line You're taking more than I'd like It's getting harder But it's so what I want to be You're talking to a dead man You listen like a
(Back again) Right where I started and I can't find anything To take me out of your shallow waters That I've been drowning in so long (So long) Who's
Who am I to flip a wicked bitch? Business is business But now the revelation has revealed How the Bo$$ bitch is trying to get rich And doing a good job
[Gun shots followed by screaming] [Proof:] Pow-pow! Straight off the corral Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile Is vexed without the techs and
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone, piano) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine
What do you do when your roots Have dissolved and broken down And the soil that you grew in when you were small Has become nothing more than dirt in some
It's right you know it, can't you see You're just fooling yourself? It's here, reveal it, all the feelings Just lead you to blow it Something special
One step ahead.Striving forward never looking back.Reaching for the goal that's within my grasp.In my life You give me the strength to carry on.One step
