• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• One Winged Angel - Final Fantasy
• Suteki Dane - Final Fantasy
• Hey Dad - Final Fantasy
• An Arrow In The Side Of Final Fantasy - Final Fantasy
• Adventure.exe - Final Fantasy
• Jars Of Lars - Final Fantasy
• If I Were A Carp - Final Fantasy
• Your Light Is Spent - Final Fantasy
• What Do You Think Will Happen Next - Final Fantasy
• Ultimatum - Final Fantasy
• Took You Two Years To Win My Heart - Final Fantasy
• This Modern Love (bloc Party Cover) - Final Fantasy
• I'm Afraid Of Japan - Final Fantasy
• This Lamb Sells Condos - Final Fantasy
• This Is The Dream Of Wine & Regine - Final Fantasy
• This Is The Dream Of Emma & Cam - Final Fantasy
• THE SEA - Final Fantasy
• The Pooka Sings - Final Fantasy
• The Movie The Dream Within - Final Fantasy
• The Cn Tower Belongs To The Dead - Final Fantasy
• The Chronicles Of Sarnia - Final Fantasy
• THE BUTCHER - Final Fantasy
• The Ballad Of No-face - Final Fantasy
• The Arctic Circle - Final Fantasy
• That's When The Audience Died - Final Fantasy
• Song Song Song - Final Fantasy
• I Saved A Junky Once - Final Fantasy
• Horsetail Feathers - Final Fantasy
• Please, Please, Please - Final Fantasy
• Peach, Plum, Pear - Final Fantasy
• Oh Spectrum - Final Fantasy
• Nun Or A Bawd - Final Fantasy
• None Of You Will Ever See A Penny - Final Fantasy
• Library - Final Fantasy
• Lewis Takes Action - Final Fantasy
• Joys - Final Fantasy
• He Poos Clouds - Final Fantasy
• Furniture - Final Fantasy
• Flare Gun - Final Fantasy
• Do You Love? - Final Fantasy
• Crush-love-crush - Final Fantasy
• Cockatrice - Final Fantasy
• Blue Imelda - Final Fantasy
• Better Than Worse - Final Fantasy
• Arctic Circle - Final Fantasy
• Final Fantasy - Drunken Tiger

One Winged Angel
Estuans interius
ira vehementi
Estuans interius
ira vehementi
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
Estuans interius
ira vehementi
Estuans interius
ira vehementi
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
Sors immanis
Et inanis
Sors immanis
Et inanis
Estuans interius
ira vehementi
Estuans interius
ira vehementi
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
Veni, veni, venias,
Ne me mori facias
Veni, veni, venias, Gloriosa
Ne me mori facias Generosa
Veni, veni, venias, Gloriosa
Ne me mori facias Generosa
Veni, veni, venias, Gloriosa
Ne me mori facias Generosa
Veni, veni, venias, Gloriosa
Ne me mori facias Generosa
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
Sephiroth

Kaze ga Yose ta Kotoba ni
Oyoi da Kokoro
Kumo ga Hakobu Ashita ni
Hazu n da Koe
Tsuki ga Yureru Kagami ni
Furue ta Kokoro
Hoshi ga Nagare Kobore ta
Yawarakai Namida
Suteki da ne
Futari te wo tori Aruke ta nara
Iki tai yo
KIMI no machi Ie Ude no naka
Sono mune
Karada azuke
Yoi ni magire
Yumemiru
Kaze wa Tomani Kotoba wa
Yasashii Maboroshi
Kumo wa Yabure Ashita wa
Tooku no Koe
Tsuki ga Nijimu Kagami wo
Nagare ta Kokoro
Hoshi ga Yurete Kobore ta
Kaku se nai Namida
Suteki da ne
Futari te wo tori Aruke ta nara
Iki tai yo
KIMI no machi Ie Ude no naka
Sono Kao
Sotto furete
Asa ni tokeru
Yumemiru

Hey, Dad, I've been floating down the river
To the place you retired to
Away from the women who despise you
I've been sad, 'cause all my friends resent me
But I got a plan for a miracle!
I'll shit it out and put it on the table
Dear Son, should I be a proud one?
I saw what you said on the telly
You made your mother sound so silly
How is my offspring so pretentious?
Your art is lazy, trite and schlocky

Drought's been hard, and
the cows are all slaughtered
But my love for you
needs no water
You miss your youth, and
You miss the city
Have no regret
Have no pity
Smoke blows thick, and
turns midday to midnight
But my love for you
needs no sunlight
Don't be saddened
Just look around, love
All things shining,

Hey yo yo yo yo yo
I need an empire to overthrow
You make me wish for a more dangerous life
So I can show you 'bout self sacrifice
Say yes yes yes yes yes
Say no no no to a natural death
I'd rather give my life to god as man
Than have to line up at the bank again
Oh you you you you you
If you only knew the lengths I'd go to
You pack away all your ballpoint pens

While you were out sexing
I was a chef soaking
One hundred tissues with sweat and moisturizer
In my head burned a picture
Of your face with my privates
I read your diary it said: I've been a good son
All it takes is a good job
To take you out to dinner, but

Heave ho, farewell to the quay! Merry sailors, sailors
The horizon is our proscenium! Our dead will come to know
the sea
Our cook is a wanted man, 1000 thalers for each hand
Our captain lost his good sense, driven by a Lazarus'
words
Have you not been told of Lazarus? He felt the icy grip
Brought back by a morphine drip, he told the captain
this:
Tragedy, tragedy! Death has you fooled!
No throne of bone, no terranean pool!
No scythe, no cowl, no skeleton
His greatest trophy is this myth
Every sailor, salmon, every carp will follow rivers to
the source
Only the dead will know the course, and furthermore...

Do not offer me a contract
Got no use for a house by the sea
All I ask for is a warm body
To keep this winter from killing me
Everytime you close your eyes and lie still
You look just like a dead man
Dead man, dead man, I'll sing your story
Dead man come to live again
Scan the skies for signs of heaven
Heaven, what use is heaven for you?
Spend your time instead

Your man is calling from up above!
He says you'll never find someone to love
And if you let the heirarchy tax your sex
What do you think will happen next?
It's a road, it's a road, it's for the roads
It's a rat, it's a rat, it's for the rats
Ooooo and how much can you smoke?
Ooooo when they tax your cigarettes?
Ooooo and how will you get laid?
Ooooo when you're limp, when your limpness gets your
Masters paid?
Put your lips to my ear, turn your scream to a shout: YES
I CAN!

He's gonna win the race
With his six-string bass.
You're gonna give him a chase, man,
You left the devil breathless.
You want him 'till I tap your tits.
He's gonna caution your clits.
He talked your whole cherry tree
into growing its fruit with no pits.
He's the egg that drops in your soup,
He's the hand that hold the tottering scoop,
Base bicycle braid and beer,
God d-d-d-damn, you're prostrate in fear.
He's gonna win the race
With his six-string bass.
He's gonna summon the hounds now,
Here they come now,
Without a sound, now.
The saxophone swallowed his reed
As the drummer ran out in the lead.
The piano fell down on his back,
As the singer fell down through the cracks.
See the guitar's locked in its case,
As the lights licked the face of his bass.
He's the end, the light, the dark,
Knocked the rainbow right out of the park.

Took you two years to win my heart
Then two words to break it
The love you ignited
If I had fighted and roared
Bellowing into the rainy night
They say heartbreak is good for the skin
But all that it's helped is my drinking
Picking fights with myself and my friends
and my friends, threatening to do me in
Took you two years to win my heart
Then two words to break it
More surprising than two years of lying this hard
People let you get away with it
Saturday sleep-ins with no distractions
Summer sun in some words
Once kept afloat on a venetian boat
Blotted out by your two words
Finally you'll wind the tape
And be sure of one thing
Every song from a heart this mangled

To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
You've been trying to reach me
You bought me a book
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
I've been paid
I've been paid
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
I've never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I will be yours
I'll pay for you anytime
I'll pay for you, I don't mind
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Jump left
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
Jump right
What are you holding out for?
Something that ran away?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so ? over this?
This modern love breaks me
This modern love wastes me
This modern love breaks me
This modern love breaks me
Would you like to come over and kill some time?

Nippon, won't you take me into your arms and make me
Into a sergeant, emboldened and enlargened
For some the spell was shafted, but I am in your sway
Yes, I am still enchanted by the ways of yesterday
To the public park I walk with my new wife
And in the summer heat, I lose my head
I tell her that the army needs a modus operandi
I tell her where I really went that evening in Chelsea
I tell her I don't think I'll last another single night
She says, Yeah, right
If I do it with an ice pick, will I come back as a jock?
If I fast until starvation will I be born again a
Christian?
I hear that death by burning means returning as a girl
But only by seppuku can I retain my virtue
But all my efforts have only made
An army of greedy gays
Will no one read The Sound Of Waves?

No hope for the village
No hope for the village
There's a merchant in our midst
And with a barrel fist
He's coloured every surface
He's slapped up a portrait
And, yes, it is his own
He's gonna take your home
Have you seen our visitor?
Look! Over the treetops!
Newly conjured erections
Are making him a killing
And Richmond St. is illing
So the graduates are willing
To buy in to the pillage
Now there is no hope for the village
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare
And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair
And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress
Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne
Chic
Oh seduction, his seduction to the world of
construction
Now his mind will start to wander when he's not at his
computer
Now his massive genitals refuse to co-operate
And no amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall:
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Living rent-free is boring me
Got no use for my PE Degree
Got no use for my pedigree
I feed you every morning and ask so little
Hedi Slimane
But you belittle all the work that I do
And Agnes B
When you take that walk without permission
I'm not content
I'm not defensive, I'm just saying this cause I love
I'm not content
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
Donna Karan
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest
Hill
And Kara Saun
Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent
I'm not content
Is that what it's about? Oh honey, honey, shut your
mouth

Crown myself the prince of buzz!
Can't wait until you unsubscribe.
I'll be a lonely scribe... but
What if they like it ?
And look us in a cannery
With your accordion
Until we can our loves ?
We can get along !
We can get along !
Montreal might eat it's young,
But montreal won't break us down
Now i got a vcr
If we put our hearts in 20,000 tiny jars
They'd never leave their homes
I tried & tried & tried & tried & tried & tried

Crown myself the prince of buzz
Can't wait until you, can't wait 'til you unsubscribe
I'll be a lonely scribe
But - what if they like it,
And lock us in a cannery with your accordion
Until we canned our love?
We can get along
We can get along
Montreal might eat it's young
But Montreal won't break us down
Now I got a VCR
If we put our hearts in twenty thousand tiny jars
They'd never leave their homes
We can get along
We can get along
Montreal might eat it's young
But Montreal won't break us down
I tried and tried and tried and tried
and tried and tried to keep the crowds away
I tried and tried and tried and tried

I waded out too far
Lost sight of the shore
Sunk beneath the surface
I closed, I closed my eyes
The undertow would take me down
the waves take me home
I will live and die like the sea,
the sea he sighed
Gentle listener
This is why I sing
Confusion
Sweet confusion you'll be my only child

Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes!
Your dry and desperate tongue
You've told a lie! a lie! a lie!
For every pretty note your reedy voice has sung
Do we believe in devils? No.
Winged men? The healing power of love? No.
Enchantment? Social justice? No.
Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No.
Then why are all your songs about the things that don't
exist?
Do not resist! You'll burn these lies tonight and never
let them live
Oh, stoke the fire, you'll burn these words tonight
I cannot let them live
The Pooka wings away
His power over me's at an end
And I put down the violin

Free... the dream within
The stars are crying, a tear
A sigh
Escapes from heaven, and worlds end
Breathe... the dream within
The mystifying
Chorus:
We tremble and spin
Suspended within
Look beyond, where hearts can see
Dream in peace
Trust love, believe
Chorus
Free... the dream within
A voice is calling, a song
A prayer, from deep inside you
To guide you
Be... the dream within
The light is shining
I fly on the wind
Salvation begins
Look beyond where hearts can see
Dream in peace
Trust love, believe
Chorus
(Vocalizing)
Free... the dream within
The stars are crying, a tear
A sigh, escapes from heaven

We the dead, we the dead find a country road
Country road, lead the dead from our homes to the ground
Keep a book of the maggots our bodies will snare
'Cause the earth is the earth, no need to travel in the
The CN Tower is built upon our bones!
The CN Tower will always be our home!
Decorate 'round the base, all the graves of our lost
loves
Cabbages, ginger root and a crucifix
Never rode on the plains, never thought I couldn't stay
Had a good run anyway, had a good run anyway
I could fill up the lake with all the things I didn't say
Had a good run anyway, had a good run anyway
From the top of the tower
Radio buzz in our ears
We can see your house from here

I had to hide myself in a book
To keep your love away
The pages worn with all of my faults
The cover torn away
I gave my life to the Water God
For an apprenticeship
Answering the mail and his door
For nyads, hyppogryphs, after...
Midwinter Banquet, he shook his head
"Sadly, no,
I can reverse the river's flow,
but I can never send you home."
I had to hide myself in a book
to keep your love away
When you read me, I get to look

Doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Are all your fears, and fires, and family
Written within The Book Of Butchery?
My appetite is endless
The people defenseless
This land is big, this land is bigger
But never as big as the mouth of the singer-o
Every morning I listen to confessional
I don't give a shit 'bout the bulk of it
Still I keep it professional
And as penance I tell 'em to proselytize
Say the sun is red, and that I am red, and
All their bases belong to us
And of doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Put all your fears, your fires, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy
The bishops will kneel at their altars and sing
And remove their coils, their rings, their jewels
Lay them all down in sacrifice
What of things? What things? What is this thing?
I've a temper as shiny as any bling!
And all this attention will gain you no favour in
Paradise.
Doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Go all your fears, your fires, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy
The crack
Where is the crack?
When did I crack?
Then I'll stand alone on a planet with
Nothing left to remember it
I'll try, I'll try, I'll try to prevent it
I'll try, I'll try, but I'll never stop it, no
Muzzle me, muzzle muzzle me
Bind my will and break of me
You try, you try, you try to prevent it

You will say that I'm a bigot
No sir, no sir
I have lots of swishy friends around, I do, I do-dah-do
But a bunch of those together
Can only do the Devil's work, and it's the Devil's work
they do.
Finding beauty in ugly things is alright, to a point
But have you seen that cross-breed of the highbrow and
the low?
It's a note tied to a brick that reads:
"Freedom, foul freedom! We are free to foul whatever, and
we will."
Why can't you people see? Theirs is a life of mimicry
They are fathers without sons or daughters
They are bathers at the mouth of a literary delta
It isn't poetry
It's an orchestration, orchestration of our own demise
And you'll call me a bigot, or a dog in the manger
But I've seen them in the commons with their kerchiefs
and tattoos
And a bunch of those together
Can only do the Devil's work, and it's the Devil's work

She drives a little white car to the seminar on Modern
Romance
Possible possible ideas for a date include... a
shooting range
And her chest is full to bursting with thoughts of an
evening
Nobody nobody nobody will ever know her longing
She's got a heart that will never melt
She's got a heart that will never never melt
Shields up! Shields up! Bar the door, and keep your
dukes up!
Tell lies, tell dirty lies, tell diggory lies, until
you're lying in his bed
He has a tendency, a tendency to fall for shining eyes
and baby fat
But the quarry don't share his taste for Anne McCaffrey
And he dresses alright but the conversation is wrong,
all wrong
Nobody nobody nobody will ever know his longing
He's got a heart that will never melt
He's got a heart that will never never melt
Shields up! Shields up! Bar the door, and keep your
dukes up!
Tell lies, tell diggory lies, tell chiggery lies, until
you're lying in his bed
Now you can endure the fear now you can endure the hell

Fascinate, fascinate, fascinated
With the underclass
She broke down, she broke down, she broke down
and decided to act
For every new baby
Investment, investment
for every whore, relief
No matter a drunkard,
a swineherd, a spaniard
we're all treated equally
Canada, Cana-daddy-doody-da
Let her keep a memento
She has not been able to sleep
Since the days of Trudeau
On music, on painting, distract us with drying
and don't let the audience die
Watch Alice get better, and Peggy get stronger

Got a daughter who'll eat anything
They like to feed her words, words, words
And tell her, Watch for the plague, girl, check your
stool
Or we'll send you to reformatory school
And make a man out of you
They'll press what is left into new
They'll press what is left into new
They'll press what is left into new
Out of dust, out of empty space
From the bedroom to the marketplace
You be bold, but not too bold, and frame it all in
gold, in gold
Your credibility is broken in two
But we'll press what is left into new
We'll press what is left into new
We'll press what is left into new
Let's sing a song about a woman's rage
Sing a song about an empty stage
A song, a song about how to sing
A song song song about everything!
You're tough, for a girl, and you're smart, for a girl
Stop, stop your ears from burning and fill my stomach
with your singing
Concern concern concern yourself with the invisible!
Concern concern concern yourself with the incredible!
Don't turn to motherhood so fast, you have been blinded
There's a word for all you keep inside

I saved a junky once
From falling out of a tree
From tumbling, plumming to the peach-like
Ground I reach
Once a flood, and once the flu
Death sits on a neighbour's face
A victim on every corner
Not one gives the blues a chance
Oh, and it spoils the dalliance of my palm
That I should go on ringing
'Til it cracks my bell
That there should be no difference
Between blue plums

I'm smarter than a chair, until it needs
red paint
Then I'm amazed in a forest of stares
Crying oil, and picking horsetail feathers
From my eyes
A grin of shadows press my face
I am a forger or a fake
Who dabs and bursts each blood-filled egg
And whips his raw steak of a brush into an X
I wanna quit with all my skin
But I can't find a place to sit with all this red
On my hands
Or even trace these slapdash tears back to
the start
I coat it twice, and thrice
I rub it on with tan lotion
And like a child, I let it stream
Watching it ebb, full of emotion
My neighbour stares, I'm red as Mars
(He's smarter than a can of paint)
It looks real nice, he finally says
And where's your lovely wife today?

Ask yourself, are you a slut?
- No you're not!
Did you forget how much you are worth
- It's a lot!
Do you remember when we used do it all for free?
Your head is shouting
Please please please,
please please please
Don't let your cock do all the work
Where did you bottle up
the gentleman, the gentleman?
Where did you bottle up
the gentleman, the gentleman?
Where did you bottle up
the gentleman, the gentleman?
Where did you bottle up
the gentleman, the gentleman?
give me your hands, give me your hands
give me your hands, give me your hands
Your head is shouting
Please please please,
please please please
Don't let your cock do all the work
all the work
All those around you
Please please please,
please please please
What can you do to shut us up,
shut us up?
You are like a shut-in on the prowl
Everyday is like your first night off,
- since your bail.
but we will never write you off.
Your head is shouting
Please please please,
please please please
- Please please please!
Don't let your cock do all the work
- Please please please!
All those around you
Please please please,
please please please
- Please please please!
What can you do to shut us up?
- Please please please!
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
- Please please please!
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
and you're markedly more
and I'm oozing surprise
But it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and I'm suddenly shy
And all the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide
I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye
This is unlike the story
it was written to be
you were riding its back
when it used to ride me
We were galloping manic
to the mouth of the source
we were swallowing panic
in the face of its force
and I am blue
I am blue and unwell,
make me bolt like a horse.
Now it's done.
Watch it go.
You've changed some.
Water running from the snow.
Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some:

Outside these city walls we've sixteen thousand squatters
Inside, the queen, the queen has borne us only daughters
You'll hear it from auditor and lawmaker and jailor

Gonna get me a girlfriend, do whatever
She says
Gonna get me a girlfriend and do whatever
She says
And I feel her manager, or her
Passenger, or her furniture
Gonna get me a friend and do whatever
She says
Gotta get me a girlfriend, ooh, before I
Get lost
Gotta get me a girlfriend, ooh, whatever
the cost
I don't care if she's an alcoholic and a
Possible genius
(Like Jackson Pollack)
Gotta get me a girlfriend, do whatever
She says
Gotta get it together, forever,
With my swan
Gotta get it together, forever,
Like we're swans
I don't care if she's a nun or a bawd
Either way's the way that pleases the Lord
Get me a girlfriend and do whatever
She does, or does not want
I'll be lucky to get me one undiseased
And poor
I'll be lucky to get me one what am filthy
And rich
'Cause you can't stay liquid all your life
and a girlfriend helps to solidify
get me a girlfriend and do whatever
she says
If she breaks my heart I know what to do,
I'll be fine
Gotta tell her story better than she's gonna tell mine
'Cause What has How, and Where has When
But Why is lonelier without a friend

Son, son, we've got to run away from inheritance
Son, son, I must allow you to learn of sustenance
None of you will ever see a penny
Of my ill-begotten wealth
Stick around
You will see a rich man cry
I wish, I wish for you a lifetime of labour
Hard days make peaceful nights
None of you will ever see a penny
Of my ill-begotten wealth
Stick around

I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book
I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book
To warm your cold, cold blood
I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book
To warm your cold, cold blood
I, I, I, I
Goodbye fascist blind man
Goodbye drunken doctor
Goodbye Finnish beauty
Let the people stop and wonder
Anna, Gerald, Henry Waugh
Let this longing retire
I will purge my shelf of classics
Watch them fade upon the fire
I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book
To warm your cold, cold blood
I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book
To warm your cold, cold blood
I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book
To warm your cold, cold blood
To warm your cold, cold blood

I got a message for the acolytes.
I am your man for a wifey fight.
I got a thirst for liquid gold.
I'll bludgeon 'til the body's cold.
The stony hiss of cockatrice has cast us into serfdom.
I close my eyes, and spur Imelda down the mountainside
For a liberated Spectrum.
I took No-Face by his beak and broke his jaw, he'll never
speak again.
I took No-Face by his beak and broke his jaw, he'll never
speak again.
My every move is guided by the bidding of the singer.
The night is split by the whistle of my amber whip

The Joy of having a baby...
is a wonderful thing to feel
and the joy of getting married
makes you really glad
The Joy of correct posture
will certainly improve your life.
The Joy of buying a new house
is good for you and your wife.
The joy of of traveling the world
is awsome to behold
And there is a joy to buying cheap goods arboad
and saving lots of money
The joy of having disesases cured
makes you feel really great
The joy from taking hard drugs

Lazy, you lazy poet, your words are reckless, and I
can't feel it
But hey, hey, all the boys I have ever loved have been
digital
I've been a guest, on a screen, or in a book!
I move 'em with my thumbs, I move them with my thumbs
I write his name in nothing, he whispers to the author
That I will be the only one
Escape! Escape! This time, for real!
We fool around in the service lane
He's the only friend I have who doesn't do cocaine
And all the boys I have ever loved have been
confidential
Had a broken home, or a seedy past
So I know it's gonna last
And move him with your thumbs, I move him with my
thumbs
He needs, he needs my guidance, he needs, he needs my
time
Though I am not the only one
He swam! To the edge of the wall of the world!
Followed my voice, and he cried
Master! The answer is maybe... Maybe not... Maybe
not...
Maybe not! I have goals!
Gotta fulfill the seven prophecies!
Gotta be a friend to grandmother!
Gotta rescue Michael from the White Witch!
Gotta find and kill my shadow self
Gotta dig up every secret seashell
You may have been made for love...

Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no romance in my blood
Try, try, you'll never persuade me
My only tears fall with the rain
My father had a dozen wives
And a child by every one
I am from about, umm, number five
So don't expect me to stay with anyone
Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no romance in my blood
Try, try, you'll never persuade me
My only tears fall with the rain
My mother never takes a break
From her pining after furniture
Every moment on her feet is torture
And I share her love of wine and cake

The wella woods of Belvedere,
The peat and moss of Avenroe,
St. Germain's canaries,
The fortress of Alpentine.
Oh, my soul! My loyalty is to the East and Spectral man,
and bird, and beast.
Red soil for the taking,
Ruddy women for your brides.
All good men of valourous heart, consider a new start,

This kitchen has a king!
This hand, this hand is a cunning little bugger
With a habit of turning every A into a B
Unless it's put to work
There's a twitch twitch twitch and a rash, and an itch
For a job, for a magic job, and a magic diet and exercise
plan
There are things I cannot do
I cannot not not turn a skinny little shit
Into a winsome Brit who spent his youth in honest
pleasure
For all my wily ways
I cannot not not turn back into the boy
It's a tearful day when a boy must learn his limitations
Take a look at this brochure:
Inject, inject, strip away, peel away
The scars of self abuse with a couple of hours in a
private clinic
What have I left in life?
The Knife! the Knife! this knife! this knife!

I am not a sinner
I fall asleep after dinner
This table used to be my favorite tree
A temper isn't courage
You eat too much and then purge
Electric eyes judge the elastic city
Where is my conviction?
Well, I was as convicted as a gospel singer
I'm still addicted, like a vampire slayer
I just have no mission
There's an invisible church inside of me
It's deep, dark and united
I don't know why I'd hide it
But I must have done some kind of good job

Oh basilisk, oh cockatrice
The prophet was a child of flesh
Stolen from the family creche
And hidden in the wilderness
A statue on a steepletop
The prophet's now a man of rock
And the hundred thousand in his flock
Will gather underneath of him
Owen and I walk among the plots
I'm guided by the slightest touch
With his fingertips upon my neck
I'm made to be a marionette
He asks me how I'd rather go
To burn in a fire, or freeze with the snow
Well, I'd rather die painful and alone
Than be a prophet turned to stone
So...
Owen, Owen protect me
From a life everlasting
Owen, Owen protect me

Blue Imelda, she's the saddest bitch in all of Spectrum
She can't rely on business to keep herself satisfied
For we are only farmers and the love of a farmer
Has one hand on the headboard and the other in the soil
Oh Lord, I'm yours forever, I will never take a lover
I'll keep myself as pious as my body will allow
But I am just a farmer, and the body of the farmer
Has one eye on the pussy and the other on the plough
I bow, I bend deeply
I'm sheepish and barely able to say it from beginning to
the end
Your shirt is torn to ribbons

Twice was enough
Third would be an insult
to my condition
Diamond of rough
you see oppurtunity
I see apparitions
Changing my mind
Is not so incredible
I do it all the time
Better than worse
Is free from the curse
And when I came to
It all felt rehearsed
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Better than worse
Is free from the curse
And when I came to
It all felt rehearsed
Better than worse
Is free from the curse
And when I came to

she drives a little white car to the seminar on Modern
Romance
Possible possible ideas for a date include... a
shooting range
And her chest is full to bursting with thoughts of an
evening
Nobody nobody nobody will ever know her longing
She's got a heart that will never melt
She's got a heart that will never never melt
Shields up! Shields! Shields up! Shields! Bar the door,
and keep your dukes up!
Tell lies, tell dirty lies, tell diggory lies, until
you're lying in his bed
He has a tendency, a tendency to fall for shining eyes
and baby fat
But the quarry don't share his taste for Anne McCaffrey
And he dresses alright but the conversation is wrong,
all wrong
Nobody nobody nobody will ever know his longing
He's got a heart that will never melt
He's got a heart that will never never melt
Shields up! Shields! Shields up! Shields! Bar the door,
and keep your dukes up!
Tell lies, tell diggory lies, tell chiggery lies, until
you're lying in his bed
Now you can endure the fear now you can endure the hell

[Verse 1: (Drunken Tiger in background)]
[Micki Eyes:]
So we representin' it
Charter legend shit
You feelin' it, probably bet again, it's definite
[Tiger JK:]
Impresive
As rippin' the skeleton, that of an elephant
We took your wives, gentlemen
With Boogie Night measurements
[Micki Eyes:]
The best at this
Tiger JK, Micki Optical
If you comin' out the hospital, we got another pocket full
[Tiger JK:]
Of ass whippin'
For any cat that's actin' Nash Bridges
[Both:] Crashin' ya kitchen, smashin' your glass dishes
[Tiger JK:]
We stickin' models and actresses, while y'all be kissin' all of the
Fat bitches and midgets
My man jiggalicious
[Micki Eyes:] Sho' nuff
[Tiger JK:]
Hey, can you dig it? I'm a flip it like Ivani Hannah
Shifty
Intoxicated with, it's still uplifted from that
[Micki Eyes:]
Marijuana shit, too, gonna hit you with the shit that be
Bangin' up on the tracks
Me and Tiger J go back like we was
Tango and Cash, like we was Meth' and Redman, or like we was
Axel and Slash (Dat-dat-dat-dat, dat-dat)
[Drunken Tiger:] Dat, dat, dat
[Chorus: Tiger JK]
One for my haters and two for my peoples
Three times five, Drunken Tiger keeps it lethal
One for your mamas and two for my hoes
Three, four, five, Drunken Tiger keeps it lethal
One for the busters and two for the hustlers
Three times five, Drunken Tiger keeps it lethal
One for my haters and two for my peoples
Three, four, five, Drunken Tiger keeps it lethal
[Verse 2: Shine]
I be silent like stealth
Screwin' on the silencer
Anticipating for the kill, now
I'm a have to silence ya
Packin' more heat, than the sun, that's my word (Word)
Stepped in my path, then got instantly murdered
Now that your dead, I'm so glad, cause you deserved it
You was worthless
Had you taken out
Due to a
Nervous distinctive purpose (You'se a bad motherfucker)
True, indeed, my brother
I punish the punisher
He cometh, the summoner
I played around with death
As if it was a game like chess, not even bullet proof vest can protect your
Chest
[Tiger JK:]
I bring the pain like Baby Tash' up on the mic and um
Brook-l-yn keeps on taking it, and me, too, came to get some
Me without the mic be like the Smif without the Wessum
I'm wettin' niggas with my rhymes, I'm lyrically handsome
The king, plus the ransom now
Follow the movement
From the Africa to Canton, stomp ya feet
It's Drunken, for the kingdom, Tiger for your soul (Drunken)
Throw your fist, now we the champion (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Roscoe Umali]
How many emcees must I run through
Before they figure out, there ain't no fucking with my crew
One, two
I break it down and set it off for all my peoples
Cause when I grab the mic, there won't
Be no kind of sequels
Kuya Roscoe
Umali
The freshest Filipino
You better know your role like Rob Deniro in Casino
Ain't no equals
I keep it raw with styles you can dig
That's word to Drunken Tiger and my DJ James Jhig
[DJ James Jhig:]
"Ask 'em"
"What is it"