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| Transcribed by Funky Jane, additional transcriptions by eachristo@email.msn.com (Spoken) The phenomena you are about to witness could well revolutionize your way of thinking We are presenting startling facts and evidence that take up where explanations leave off Some of these revelations will very well go against things you have been taught And perhaps believed all your life Prepare yourself for the evidence that will follow... To the Top Bloodclot Transcribed by riffnied@my.unreal.org Additional transcriptions by eachristo@email.msn.com and mkmeyern@students.wisc.edu, edited by Funky Jane Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho Well I'm a crazy upsetter (Driving me insane) Yea I'm a street wise professor (Who am I to blame?) Now if you listen to the record (Do you feel the same?) Well it don't get any better (Going backwards again) Whoa swing your fists, whack stitches in the face Fuck ups on me I feel sorry I work here Never been like them with this society Life protects me feeling the finality Now my guns are blazin' Bloodclot I can see 360 Now my guns are blazin' Pick it back up and start it all over again Hey Ho, Hey Ho Well I'm a bad motherfucker (Driving me insane) So don't you even bother (Who am I to blame?) Cause when I listen to the record (Do you feel the same?) And it don't get any better (Going backwards again) I read your words, I read your banner of hope Well I kick my way in it seems to piss you all off Well I try to shut the gates the walls are fading I climb from the depths of hell I'm escaping/unscathed Now my guns are blazin' Bloodclot I can see 360 Now my guns are blazin' Pick it back up and start it all over again Hey Ho, Hey Go Now my guns are blazing Bloodclot I can see 360 Now my guns are blazing Pick it back up and start it all over again Bloodclot Oh yeah Well I can see 360 I can see all around me Ah yeah Nah na na nah nah Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho Nah na na nah nah Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho Nah no no na nah nah Well I can see 360 Hey Ho, Hey Ho! To the Top Hoover Street Transcribed by riffnied@my.unreal.org, additional transcriptions by mkmeyern@students.wisc.edu, edited by Funky Jane She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin wall A frail hooker, holding her corner walls Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down Laugh hysterically and then he spread around On Hoover Street, then he must be alone The precious little, the kid cashed/cast the woes Of a ??? girl she kind of made you spill Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man And the cocaine moves too fast through their system Like a river forever winding To the last party of the under/loner class ??? distance just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale You either get out and die or go to jail And your best intentions splinter and frail/fail And a few weeks of promises and attempts fail It's a glass-pipe murder Glass-pipe murder Oh yeah Glass-pipe murder It's a glass-pipe murder Oh yeah!!! (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) They kick a bottle of beer and a letter Simple (sip of?) things made Mario feel better You see it falls on you and it falls on me Self-annihilation, catastrophe Two packs of cigarettes For two dollars and seventy cents and a Bottle of wine that's been opened And he said, "Why do I do this?" A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC Not encouraging reality or me He said, "It's who I am baby, back to it." Off the deep end the record changed You see, no one stood up and cheered for him Everyone sat down with something that happened Began... to happen It's an old school dorm mystery And the handcuffs bleed... It's a glass-pipe murder Glass-pipe murder Oh yeah Glass-pipe murder It's a glass-pipe murder Oh yeah!!! (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) Who was the killer?... it's in the... (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) Yeah! Yeah! Oh Yeah! To the Top Black Lung Transcribed by Funky Jane Additional transcriptions by Punkout76@aol.com, eachristo@email.msn.com and mortcow@rocketmail.com Sign a petition under working condition Union is in bed with the coal operators (call of berettas) Carry are freedom looking for something To get you family better life for every single day Something's (some things?) keep me going Well I got no one to blame Five o'clock is comin' Do you feel the same? When a lonely whistle Calls out your name? What a man likes to see When they come after mine No prettiness for the mighty black lung Rank and file workers, rank and file minds Take off the gloves and sock it to 'em Something's (some things?) keep me going Well I got no one to blame Five o'clock is comin' Do you feel the same? When a lonely whistle Calls out your name? Hey young believer/unbeliever (Hey) Black lung fever (Hey) Transmit receiver (Hey) Backed up deceiver (Hey) Well I don't like it either (Hey) We're all presidents for the (Hey) Black lung fever (Hey) Something's (some things?) keep me going Well I got no one to blame Five o'clock is comin' Do you feel the same? When a lonely whistle Calls out your name? To the Top Life Won't Wait Transcribed by Funky Jane Additional transcriptions by USAPUNK14@aol.com, eachristo@email.msn.com, adam@teiSprint.com, mlg154@psu.edu, and cruces@sumi.es Jesus and his ??? wage a final war Religious self-prestigious keep the quest for the holy grail The eye atop the pyramid is open and awake The Pagans hold the rituals and the fire won't begin to say: Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. The force of war, dynamite blast Rides on the weak and the poor Don't want to see my brother in pain when the man fights big man's wars Don't know nothing 'bout no red, white and blue Little men, big ??? Too many win, nobody lose ??? choose Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. The conscience of the public can not be put to sleep The conglomerate of the nations has no bounds in which they seek Was it the Mob tellin' the CIA to install/restore this state of fear How many of us wish we were up to Kennedy's ear? Say: Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. See them try to rule the world We don't know why Why they want to rule the world Cuya ??? Only white men and black men's..??? the white power ??? The guns of mass destruction, them fighting about Buying the world is only so much money Here they come ??? in the knees World wide hunger ??? one fear Well gangster treaties who keep us in fear How much more cannot people deal? Need no more division Need no more pride and I, I will keep on fighting to keep what's mine We the people speaking our mind And once more, would you say it for me now? Dynamite blast of the force of war Government rides on the weak and poor Don't want to see my brother in pain no more When the little man fights all the big man's war ??? victimize Mental slavery with the clever disguise Our prides (on?) our people must rise Decide your fate Life won't wait!!! Life won't wait!!! Oh, life won't wait!!! Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Division is the new world order. Come along and tell your sister and your brother. To the Top New Dress Transcribed by suspect7@hotmail.com Additional transcriptions by eachristo@email.msn.com, mkmeyern@students.wisc.edu and Funky Jane, edited by Funky Jane Ah no! No no! Go!!! With a gleaming success With a different try Religious indifference Mixed between the lies/lines Territorial company they legitimize Persecution to form enterprise The UN is called To buffer it all The problem is spreading international Like Ireland's Belfast it's coming to be A brand new key Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah She's got a new dress She's gonna look her best Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah She's got a new dress She's lookin' to the west Well entertain the idea of a peaceful end ??? takes all ??? (??? some things slow down to the used-to-been ???) Of a world which is seen the citizens die While the innocent children play near fire now When I'm not getting through, and see evidence Another truth, we're bombing us The time for civil war is the sooner I live The chivalrous ones are never represented Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah She's got a new dress She's gonna look her best Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah She's got a new dress She's lookin' to the west Allocating people for ??? The methods of the summons are dastardly Try to cleanse the hands of the murdering But the advantage of guilt is lingering Shadows of soldier lay nearby The dead ones finally reach a compromise Destruction of war lies in Bosnia The destruction of war lies in Bosnia To the Top Warsaw Transcribed by Punkout76@aol.com Additional transcription by eachristo@email.msn.com, andreas.karlsson@mindless.com and Skidett14@aol.com, edited by Funky Jane (That is the vision of the anarchist... it is also a boy's dream) True to Warsaw, glad we did it Beat him down with a baseball bat Police retreated the riot scenes in fear of a baseball bat Working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure Broken dreams in warsaw, where all the dreams fall down American baseball bat! Demolish the discotheque! And how many blows to his forearm and neck 'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death! December 13, '81 |
Hooligans Transcribed by riffnied@my.unreal.org, additional transcriptions by eachristo@email.msn.com and George Bacon, edited by Funky Jane "Rudeboys" could be "boot boys". Suggested by sallytampon@skapunx.ml.org (Rancid?... Jah love...) Yeah! Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll! It's about fightin' toe to toe... Hard times come, Yeah the hard times go. When I say, come one, come all. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face One man's decision brings another's opposition completely unbound. Down on the flats where the seaside meets my lonely youngtown Well all the rudies and skins well they're out on the streets making the way on the dole, between the bottles and sex they smash and they wreck for something to live Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. Sometimes you know there's no place to go, But to a long life of crime. Yeah but its so wrong to steal, Someone's very last meal to profit up a dime. Your poe poes and greys well they end up in jail gonna swing the cowboys Well you took a bite outt |
| Yeah but its so wrong to steal, Someone's very last meal to profit up a dime. Your poe poes and greys well they end up in jail gonna swing the cowboys Well you took a bite outta the apple of decision that got ya there boy. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face Hooligans and rudeboys, I don't want no racial hatred "Black and white, who are portrayed without bias. These are the people whose voice I want to be..." I said the hooligans! Rancid Rudeboys! Rancid Hooligans! Rancid Rudeboys! Rancid Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh... To the Top Crane Fist Transcribed by Funky Jane, additional transcriptions by eachristo@email.msn.com, skapones@aol.com and Skidett14@aol.com (Within the same school. The idea was that we'd later combine both styles, unify the techniques. But still, we wer |
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