• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Futurama - Hanoi Rocks
• Futurama - Non Phixion
• Future Me - Lcmdf
• Ftrrm - Birds Are Spies They Report To The Trees

My little lover's gonna be another
Copy of Raquel Welch
I'll build her a house and a maid named Jill
And spend tha rest of my life down in Beverly Hills
I'll never have to feed her
And she'll stay pretty all the time
Oh, yes she will
I love the way she's gonna rock and roll
From the early morning 'til late at night
Non stop rock 'n' bop and she'll never ever die
When I want money she can go to work
As a roadie for Adam Ant
And if he comes on strong he'll in for a shock
'Cos she'll open his face and clean his clock
I'll never have to feed her
And she'll stay pretty all the time
Oh yeah
I love the way she's gonna rock and roll
From the early morning 'til late at night
Non stop rock 'n' bop and she'll never ever die
Rock 'n' roll
My little girl, the best in the world
Softer than steel, she's alarmingly real
My mechanical girl, my satanical pearl
You're the best in the world
Wild thing, I think I love you
My little lover's gonna be another
Copy of Raquel Welch
I'll build her a house and a maid named Jill
And spend tha rest of my life down in Beverly Hills
I'll never have to clean her
And she'll stay pretty all the time
Oh yeah
I love the way she's gonna rock and roll
From the early morning 'til late at night

[Ill Bill]
They got AIDS infectin' the globe, Laser weapons and Clones
Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence
Frozen organs, post-mortem, alien ?
Get your vibe together
Who decides truth? guys in ties and suits?
Violent coups from private schools?
We got rules of taunt, duals of war, using thoughts like swords
Pay for groceries, the DNA clothes in your vocal cords
The order of the world has already been bought
Robocops programmed to kill and ready for war
Drink your cocaine 'cause drugs is legal
Androids rule, the streets of New York, screamin' "Fuck the people"
Even a priest can fall in love with evil
If a bitch to suckin' his dick, swallow nothing, gulp the semen
Election day, young americans will vote for demons, overachieving
Yo we sniff blow, or blow up pieces
[Chorus]
Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama
A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun
This is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment
Ready to rock with the ruger nine shinin'
This is futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama
A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun
This is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment
Ready to rock with the ruger nine shinin'
[Goretex]
The noose is tightening, news of sightings, the truth's frightening
Kabbalah studies in 51 produced by the titans
Follow the sergeant, the one handle and largest, the vents
Made the top of department, fire bomb and projects intent
Video farewells off to majesty is all for salary
Ya never hold a grudge, they can judge us to Applebee's
My team's fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masks
On the run for war games, bugs, and funneling cash
I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash
Beneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the ?bag?
Gangsta, Sherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water
(Speakin through television like Benny Hin?)
We rock blazin', pop collars like hockey raids
'Pac was framed, they cloned him in the spot near the caves
To vegetate, claimin credit to detonate
Human bombs, nuclear arms, super market, cancer and farms
[Chorus]
[Ill Bill]
At the fight club, fist, knives, and guns
Tribes are ?, cannabalistic humanoid
Underground drugs, rainin' blood
Sorta like slayer did in '86, communicate with aliens, there he is
I made run DMC sell me, the devil's soul, make your head explode
With the planable chip, by remote control, I told them all what to expect
Fuck love and respect, when you're on your knees with a gun to your head
See masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proof
Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot
I recruit the true mistics, I turn goon's futuristic
We too sadistic, comin' at you with 2 biscuits

I came home
Back to the city
My problems are gone and I'm about to hit it
I know it will not always be like this
But it's a chance, not a chance to miss
I know I'm messed up
It's not a big deal
And I'm pretty fucked up
Everything is unreal
But as long as it's like this
It's not a big deal
Got the song on repeat
Oh yeah
It's a sunny day
I feel OK, but I forgot my shades yeah
There are many ways to work this out
But right now it doesn't really matter
Hell yeah
I know what you mean
I should take some time and join your company
But I need some space and I need some time away
I wonder what the future me would say
Yeah she says
Yeah yeah she says: "Don't stress"
Oh yeah
It's a sunny day
I feel OK, but I forgot my shades yeah
There are many ways to work this out
But right now, it doesn't really matter
Yeah she says
Yeah yeah she says
Don't stress
Oh yeah it's a sunny day
I feel OK, but I forgot my shades yeah
There are many ways to work this out
Bur right now, it doesn't really matter

former friends in destructive bondsit pinpoints the
moment of change
themporal settings
temporary warmness
pick up the pieces
i'm the protagonist
willing to conform
i'm driving drunk
on self-loathing
and vengeful righteousness
on a temporal setting
frequently bothered
repeat offenders
on amateur crime waves
a sinking feeling
of not returning
to the point of origin
of decades and days
gone away
i'm learning every detail
deconstructing
preoccupied with less