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"The Gang and the Government are no different" ~ Peripheral
"Come On!
All the people i know
All the people i know
they wanna be left alone.
Some people-
i don't know...
they won't leave you alone.
I guess you gotta - be just - be just like them.
Now the biggest gang i know they call the government.
and a Gang is a weapon
that you trade your mind in for.
It's 'cause you gotta be just - be just like them...
You know the Gang
and the Government
are no different.
The Gang
and the Government
are no different.
The Gang
and the Government
are no different-
That makes me
1%
It makes me
1%
Ooooo God!
Ooooo God!
Trouble comes down
like a boot steppin heavy...
Ya shake your hands
at the fans
and ya wave your money...
You gotta feel right-
you gotta be all right...
Don't be no
supper for a big fish.
You got the big lip
and the over -
bite - bite
You gotta bite
bite - byte - bite - byte da bighta
bite - bite - bite bite bite bite da bight
bite - byte- bite - byte
byte - bite - byte - bite!
All the people i know
they wanna be left alone
they wanna be left alone
Some people
i don't know...
they won't leave you alone.
I guess you gotta be just - be just like them.
The Gang
and the Government
are no different.
The Gang
and the Government
are no different.
The Gang
and the Government
are no different...
That makes me
1%
It makes me
just
1%
It makes me
only
1%
That makes me
1%" ~ Peripheral
"If I had my way, I would have sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll at least 4-6 hours a day. So long as there are going to be things in the way of that, we're going to have a revolution." ~ Perry Farrell
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singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
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