Cue (2012)

Actors

• Graham Slack (composer)
• Colin Burt Vidler (actor)
• James Postlethwaite (writer)
• James Postlethwaite (producer)
• Adam Collins (actor)
• James Postlethwaite (director)
• James Postlethwaite (editor)
• Mitch Thornton (actor)
• Louise James (producer)
• Christopher Smart (actor)
• Brian William Woodward (actor)
• Avtar Binning (actor)
• Lauren Thompson (miscellaneous crew)
• Adam Cunis (actor)
• Steve King (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Crime

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Tools - John Denver
• Tools - Andrew Peterson
• Tools - ABK

Tools was a baby rabbit he was a friend of mine
His momma and poppa brothers and sisters
Left him all behind
He came in to our house to brighten up a couple of days
Tools, you made me smile a lot
And I wish you could've stayed

You sent me to the shed with all the tools
I remember how you said that I could take what I could use
I got a hammer and a ratchet set
A hundred tools I ain't used yet
They're rusty, but they work as good as new
Tools, tools
I remember you as quiet as a picture
Like that picture of the Navy sailor grinning for the girls
You had visited the barber
You were stationed at Pearl Harbor
A year before the War became the world's
And you say, "Boy, sometimes you've got to get up on that ship,
Leave all you love behind."
Well, Grampa, I've been everywhere
But Fargo, North Dakota
It ain't war, but it's a fight
Tools, tools
Well, I never knew you ever drew one picture
But if you want proof that I've got you
Here running through my veins
I could show you call the sketchbooks
That I filled when I was young
And sixty years ago you did the same
And you say, "Boy, just let 'em laugh
When all they see is lines--
Paint yourself a picture of your life.
I believe that Swedish folks were
Born with better eyes."
Grampa, I have always loved the sky
I think you're right
You gave me tools.
You sent that telegraph to tell her that you missed her
When my daddy was a baby, oh you gave him to the Lord
And the faith you handed down has somehow stuck around
And love has called you home again
To roam again no more
You sent me to the shed with all the tools
I remember how you said that I could take what I could use
Faith and Love and Hope are what I carried home,
They're rusty but they work as good as new

I wanna know where the f**k are my down ass underground killas
Straight cap peelas
Walking the earth, been mean since birth
Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside bitches like that
Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep
Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep
Better yet, just leave me alone
I've survived this long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean mugging police
Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece
So now I feel that I owe it to ya'll
You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone
And don't think that I'm here to stress you out
I just wanna let you know what I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
Face facts, do the math
You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that
Wait a minute let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed like a mothaf**ka tomahawking a fool
Walk away just keeping my cool
Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue
Yo Blaze am I right? (WOOP WOOP)
That's what the f**k I've been trying to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways
That's why we only gather once a year
Because the world really can't afford to disappear
So now we all break bread never misled
And the drama that I bring you will never forget
And the ones that's down no matter where you're at
I'm just here to let you know that I got your back
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some
The streets are talking I be listening, hearing
Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask
Some suckas with two little stripes to attack
Mothaf**kas ain't shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest
You see me packing a gun in the vest
Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die
Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try?
Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for mine
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shine
Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money, show respect
(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral