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one night i dreamt in bed we will rise above it
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hammer song
03:22
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do wr0ng r!ght
04:16
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written by The Devil Makes Three
Rather be a devil living life on a tail
Than to be an angel at a church of hell
Like electric song in the deep of the night
Burning down the house along with everything in sight
I ain't angry, oh, or nothing
Just to give you people some
Quiet in the head, ain't no way to get it done
If you're gonna raise a ruckus, one word of advice
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
You wanna make a little mess
You wanna make a little crime
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
Riding 'round the land to all the little towns
Well my blood gets boiling when that racket buckles loud
Fire up the motors, we got all of us in
Spread the bread all over town and do it all again
Well most things that I know I didn't learn in class
The road don't go forever so ride it while it lasts
If you're gonna raise a ruckus, one word of advice
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
You wanna make a little mess
You wanna make a little crime
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
Rather be a devil living life on a tail
Than to be an angel at a church of hell
Like electric sound in the deep of the night
I'm burning down the house along with everything in sight
I'm an electric, demon, son, with a feeling and a right
We lay it down tonight, yeah, we lay it down tonight
If you're gonna raise a ruckus, one word of advice
If you're gonna do wrong, buddy, do wrong right
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eight hour day
02:59
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We mean to make things over,
We are tired of toil for naught
With but bare enough to live upon
And ne'er an hour for thought.
We want to feel the sunshine
And we want to smell the flow'rs
We are sure that there's a will for it
And we mean to have eight hours;
We're summoning our forces
From the shipyard, shop and mill
Eight hours for work, eight hours for rest
Eight hours for what we will;
Eight hours for work, eight hours for rest
Eight hours for what we will.
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generation born
01:55
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generation born
born generational
logic illogical
go big or go home
super sized options
for single sized destruction
but hope hope hope none the less
in the true and unequivocal
smile on the face of an eight year old in a blueberry patch
hope in our hearts and hope in our drinks
hope was sold as a commodity of supposed democracy
I Want It Back
sold like every marketable product
only to those who were lucky enough to buy in
while the people outside of the borders
discussed who they would vote for
the US ad industry
maveled at the play
marketing of an idea
"The Best Ad Campaign" of 2008
generation born
born generational
logic illogical
go big or go home
super sized options
for single sized destruction
but hope hope hope none the less
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can i sleep in your barn tonight mister
dont you know its so cold lyin on the ground
i can hear the west wind its a howln
and you know ive got no place to lie down
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fall'n
03:10
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I've just seen a face i cant forget the time or place where we just met
your just the one for me and i want all the world to see we've met
li di di di di di
had it been another day i might have looked the other way
and id have never been aware but as it is ill dream of you tonight
li di di di di di
falln yes i am falln and you keep calln me back again
falln yes i am falln and you keep calln me back again
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10. |
the peoples troubador
07:52
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Flame n' Peach & the Liberated Waffles Northampton, Massachusetts
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