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Overpowered by Funk

The Clash

Combat Rock

1982

of the human bomb, funk out
Overpowered by funk, funk out
Buy dog food, rogue elephants
Tarzan on a ticker tape
Ooo-ooh
Breakfast cereals
You know you can't

Fishnets & Cigarettes

New York Dolls

One Day It Will Please Us to Remember Even This

2006

a drss
Tell me who can arrest*
A mind ensnared by love?

A rogue elephant for a mind
And it's treatin' me so unkind
But in my heart it's an old blues

Lankey finally that took his throne
Now he's gone with ghost herds of elephants rogue

Though the hunter's rifle knicked him in the ear
Of the bullets

stress 
You'll never guess 
the way the wave reacts 
Now they've got elephant tranqs
locked in the oxygen tanks
As a toxic bloom
crashed upon the banks,
I

a shame 
We got caught up in a circus of games 
Elect a clown to take us down it’s insane
We got nobody but ourselves to blame 
For the elephant in the room

Twisted

Roger Troutman

Anghellic

2001

dyslexic
Rogue infested
More vicious than Cujo
Fraudulent tested
The punks arrested
Got the neck slit
Exit
I'm twisted
I know Hollywood backwards
Says

Elephant in the room
But soon I found my path
I levitate in the booth
In my room, I rambled
Little tools I scrambled
Improve my ammo
So I shoot like Rambo

You've blown your cover
Gone rogue from the others
You're that freak with the colours
Settling your bills with your lovers

You don't know what I am

a problem? I'm the elephant
Hella fun, ya'll keep saying that you're the man
That's not an S on your chest that's the S from the Sheraton
Fingers crossed

in high tops and white socks
And Psyloche is quite hot so why not
I like Storm she control the elements
And Rogue is strong enough to pick up

the one Rapping in the room now That's the elephant 
Tell me that you never fucking Heard of him
So don't forget my nigga you See he might murder them 
He

snatcher
Not cash grabbing, more like grave-digging and man-dragging
Virtuals is full of you no shows
Kids with ego boost gone rogue
Mark non-grata like

past life
He said he loves her and she loves him from the inner deep
Despite all the stalking turning to a rogue habit
So her best friend notices this

Open ya gullet and fill it up with the suds of
A gallon of gold liquid, a cold pitcher, ya picture it
Old fogies' and young rogues their funds go

déplacent 
Dès le bas-âge, à l’écart, comme éléphant man
Et le clou du spectacle, d’un coup, plus de sport 
J’suis pas gregory house, pensée sans le corps