Lyrics:
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From white folk without a white flag
Under the white light
By all the signs of the zodiac
It's the spirit of which they lack
Feels like I just
truck
It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck
It's bigger than me, bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, shit, it's
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
The Exodus Song
Performer：Pat Boone
Composer ：Ernest Gold
Lyricist ：Pat Boone
This land is mine god gave this land to me
This brave this golden
totally wrong
So fuck off you insane cunts, it still remains...
Our song!
Detention centres for the relentless
Approves schools for the fools
Abolish
sing our weeping soul's lament
I find my way by promise
Through darkness to the dawn's descent
From sunlit plains to shadow's night
From Tuesday's
I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
Though he's wild and he's bad
And sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep
I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
Though he's wild and he's bad
And sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep
Prince Heathen
Young Margaret sat in a tower high
And she's as pale as a milk white swan
When she saw a shadow on the plain
Come betwixt her
applaud to the songs we adore
By, Elton, Wizzard, and Slade
From, Lake and Lewie, de Burgh and Bowie
Oldfield, Mud and Band Aid
Timeless tracks of our age
Will you be standing
Under a black and silver sky
By my side
By the graves
On our death day
There's a vulture with his head down
The captain's
dotted lines
That never went back to start
But then they took us apart
And all our favorite songs
Turned out plain sad when sung alone
We were one by
institutions
Are taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs
I'm not expecting
And end up with their big bonus?
Oh I guess we're to turn a blind eye?
That's fuckin bogus
And we're just to sit by
And listen to another lie
From our
Don’t fool yourself by thinking we got equal chances
If we’re talking heads or tails then the blacks are the latter
Wanna be Lebron, but required to be
and on his knees he confessed
The sins committed by us, evil you're thought to be and stood with
He might just die again, bc it's odd to see a good wish
The Gated Community is where we'll always be
Our smiles are white 'cause we’re
Inside in comfy custody
And when you come to visit
You can stand outside
flaws show
Our satisfaction dies when every dream is on hold
Stuck in between but I'm redeemed when this song flows
And now I'm feeling like I can't
got aboard that supersonic rocket ship
So I need someone to start explaining to me then
Why there ain't no country for spacemen.
We got our ranches
and get just
Slow dance with you
Spinning you around by the Walmart sign
And moving our feet over the painted white lines
Getting close to you
Making
And in the attic is Emma's gown of white
But not the same shade it was that night
We said pretty words in our plain way in the hundred-year-old brown
wrong
Now I sing songs tryna keep my head strong
Is the best wrong right when there's no light
Tryna cope at night, so I'm sniffing coke white
Spittin
It was on the earth they were daring to this
(Hell yeah!)
And all of them were written by Lorne
(Lorne Michaels)
So tonight we're sucking our own
street drug jive
"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my
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