Lyrics:
"People often wonder how two
Serial killers from Detroit
They call themselves the Insane Clown Posse
Became so rich and famous"
"Now you see here
phone with another feature
I don't play goalie but I'm my brother's keeper
Surrounded by family, I'm not with other people
They say I got my pops
got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be the way I treat people
Or how I make time to see people
And make sure that they feel like we equals
It
with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around
the pressure lifting off your head
People who make war are making love instead
This could be the dawning of another time
Hatred is a stranger we can see
With only fear and good judgment
Holding us back
We sailed out on the Northern Sea
With a boat load of crazy people
Including the shotgun and me
escape, burning up your land
And we perving way hard, overboard and underweight
Fresh noise knocking 'em out, straight outta West L.A
People Under
you in the heart and made a deep impact
Rock rock rock rock rock rock rock rock
I never meant to hurt you
Or do the things some people do
I know I
Peter
Ev'rywhere I go
I'm followed by a lot of people
such a lot of people
It's almost a parade
And if you could see all the people
They're ev'ryone
From Westwood to NYC
I got the people
they are singing with me
Got the peace and the love all around
Don't look for hatred
here it's not to be found
And don't you ever wonder whose living in that house?
'It's too small for people' we all said
'But there's people in the floorboards' said the mouse
And I
wrote this, hope you get it cause it's not worth it
Loved people love people
Hurt people hurt people,
You hurt me and it cut lethal
I tried so hard, I was
Some people love shoes of certain kinds
Some people love afternoons or the way the moon shines
And they have their own reasons to feel the way they
of the road if I'm too annoying
Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
I'm sucking your last
There's a man in the corner and his clothes are worn
And he's holding out his hand
You could see in his eyes as the people walk by
He knows they
How weird is reality
People watching Beauty and the Geek
How weird is reality
People wishing they were on TV
Put on your lipstick
It's friday night
SKYLON!
Skylon,
Skylon,
Way up high,
Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry.
Skylon,
Skylon,
Way up high,
Cutting at the wires
o yeah
o yeah
oh my God
come on you people
come on you people
come on, come on
come on, come on
there will come a time
there will come a time
when
to admit
That it's catching up to me too
Well you just think that I'm
Some great survivor
And you just feed upon
Fear you created
Some people
Well, he's a big, big boy
And all the people in the club go
"Don't you want it?"
And all the people in the club go
"Don't you want it?"
And all
illuminate the stories of the people in the street
Some have happy endings
Some are bittersweet
But I know them all and that's what makes my life complete
the wall oh
Oh whoa, ah whoa
And people, people don't you have heaven
In the home, do y'all help us?
And people, people, don't you have heaven?
Well
cold hands and a half made shelf
Goodbye
Some people got nothing to hide
They left all their problems behind them
Some people got nothing to hide
Okay, let's get it
Picked up where I left off, four-three-two-one lift off (yeah)
Went to get the broom, I had to beat a bitch off (whoa)
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