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Chaos in the friendly skies
Liberty did shield her eyes
And this was one day like any other
Before a brother betrayed another
Woman trembling cold and pale
Taken through the daily mail
But this was one life that should have mattered
Before the circuits of death were scattered
This was one of a series
A chain of events
Delivered in silence
It doesn't make sense
Children dancing in the street
Flaming banner at their feet
And this was one complicated vision
Of an unavailing decision
This was one for the register
Slipping of time
When the more you deplete us
The higher we climb
Yes, the higher we climb
First one falls and then there's two
The colors bleeding red, white, blue
But humanity cannot replace
The victims in the fall from grace
Again the chant, again
Again the chant, again
Again the chant, again

You
You can fly
Away
Beast in a guild-ed cage
Just say good-bye
Say good-bye once
Before you go
Standing on the pane
Of my window
Who would have known
Words spoken in anger
Could turn you away
This pain is no stranger to me
But you
You can fly
Away
Bird on a wing
Good-bye, good-bye
This my final sacrifice
I've let you go
Beast in a gilded cage
Bye now

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(Instrumental)

[Verse 1]
Just relax...
Tie it off...
I will help you
Help you put it in
Oh yes you can stay
All are welcome
In the shooting...
The shooting gallery
[Chorus 1]
Won't you come over
I'll let you love me
We may never have this chance again
Yes come on over
I let you love me
We may never, ever pass this way again
In the shooting gallery
[Verse 2]
The sound...
And the colour...
Are sweeping you...
Sweeping you away
Are you sleeping my friend?
No I fear you are dead
In the shooting...
[Chorus 2]
The shooting gallery
But, come on over
And I'll let you love me
We may never have this chance again
Yes come on over
And I'll let you love me
We may never, ever pass this way again
In the shooting gallery

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with O.P.P. (Every last homie)
You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with O.P.P. (All the homies)
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin', shoutin', singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratch your temple
The last P...well...that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
You get on occasion at the other party as a game 'n
It seems I gotta start to explainin'
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello?
You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow
You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about
Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house
It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary)
It's O.P.P. time, other people's what you get it
There's no room for relationships, there's just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at
Who think it's wrong 'cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' that
Well if you do, that's O.P.P. and you're not down with it
But if you don't, here's your membership
Chorus
You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with O.P.P. (Every last homie)
You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with O.P.P. (All the homies)
As for the ladies, O.P.P. means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but the last is something different
It's the longest, loveliest, lean - I call it the leanest
It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest
I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly
I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property
Now ladies here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly
Have you ever known a brother who have another like a girl or wife
And you just had to stop 'cause he look just as nice
You looked at him, he looked at you, and you knew right away
That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway
You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care
'Cause in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there
When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know
And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do'
Now don't be shocked 'cause if you're down, I want your hands up high
Say O.P.P. (O.P.P.), I like to say with pride
Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts
You're now down with a discount
Chorus
This girl ah tried to O.P.P. me
I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl and I
Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument
She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it
That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling
'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings
I said, Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave
She said, Oh no, I love you Treach I said, Now child please
You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go
I said Now get yourself to the stairs and to the stairwell
This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart
'Cause you know I was O.P.P., hell, from the very start
Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about
When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth
That's rule number one in this O.P.P. establishment
You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him
Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business
Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP
Is you with him or her, for sure is going to admit it
When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it
Chorus 3x

We can't turn back the clock
But we can chant for love
Let's cut the idle talk so we can
Chant for love
We always have the time to quarrel
About such problems as money and war
Let's put it off until tomorrow
Who needs another dose of sorrow?
It don't necessitate an act of faith
To chant for love
What alibi is strong enough to wait
To chant for love?
We'll get directly to the soul if we can
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
The 'Hare Krishna' plays a drum and bell
When he chants for love
The tribal priest is afraid of hell
So he chants for love
I am not pushing some religion
Don't get me wrong, I never mess with such things
Just be true to your own vision
This is your personal decision
The dervish spins to a hu hu hu
When he chants for love
Nobody knows what the angels do
When they chant for love
You're at the bottom of the ladder
Someone may try to tell you where you should start
But the words, they never matter
If you can feel it in your heart then you can
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love
Chant for a world united
Chant for a world that's dying for love

I sleep with my eyes open
Because I don't trust a living soul
Then you came around and closed my eyes at night
I walk around with my fists up
Because I'm waiting for the first jerk to jump
You've got them swinging at my sides
How do I love thee?(Let me count the ways)
How do I fathom?(On my wildest day)
How do I love thee? (Let me count the ways)

Voice moaning in a speaker
Never really get too close
Only a gimmick, pointed fingers
Never more serious sight
Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment
Out of control, mob running wild
All you ever get is all you steal
Side of London that the tourists never see
Angle ambience
Chant
Don't know why I bother
There's nothing in it for me
The more I see the less I get
The likes of you and me are an embarrassment
Chant
It's not important
It's not worth a mention in the Guardian
Every librarian has its theory
Chant chant angle ambience
Chant
Voice moaning in a speaker

Voice moaning in a speaker
Never really get too close
Only a gimmick pointed fingers
Never more serious sight
Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment
Out of control - mob running wild
All you ever get is all you steal
Side of London that the tourists never see
Angle ambience
Chant
(Mob, War, Kill, Hate)
(Love, War, Fear, Hate) YOU DECIDE!
Don't know why I bother
There's nothing in it for me
The more I see the less I get
The likes of you and me are
An embarrassment
Chant
It's not important
It's not worth a mention in The Guardian
Every librarian has its theory
Chant chant angle ambience
Chant
Voice moaning in a speaker

I chose to record this simply because this world can be so frenetic and it helps me focus on what is important.
CHORUS:
Now lay aside all cares,
Lay aside all cares,
Lay aside all worldly cares,

Call on the rain
and drown out my eyes
and I'll stare at the flame
in a blood streaked sky
call up the day
in red mountain light
and sing me the name
a thousand times
ramana, ramana hare
well I stand this ground
that you walked before
a stranger found
as I slowly crack the door
then I hear a song come
it's a laughing sound
and with my fear undone
I step back into the crowd

In my house
The grass is green all the time
And bird sits in a cage
Watching the Muppet show
RCA dogs stand guard
At my front gate
One broken speaker
One broken eye
In my house
In my house
Sometimes late at night
I turn off all the lights
You can hear them say
Please don't let it end
Watchful eyes of my ancestors
Hang from the walls
In my house
In my house
I spend my days
Living on passion fruit
My refrigerator is filled
With cupcakes and brownies
In my house
Six one half
A dozen the other
In my house
In my house
From what I've heard
Leads me to believe
That the sandman
Is an odd sort of fellow
On the kitchen couch
Watching wallpaper peal
While I'm getting strange
And getting mellow
In my house
In my house

Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Don't smoke, don't drink, don't fuck around
Kill anyone with a beer in their hand
'Cause if you drink you're not a man
straight-edge, straight-edge in your face
You don't belong in the human race
Sound off 1-2, Sound off 3-4
We don't want you round here no more
You can get drunk, fall down on the floor
We'll step on you and watch the blood pour
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town
Fall out!