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Angry Young Man

Corey Hart

Sunglasses at Night

1995

the treasure they say
Where's the "Catcher in the Rye" anyway
O the tragedy
Young rebels in their glory - misunderstood
Such a calamity
It's obvious

of heroic victory through
Our most devastating days in the wilderness

The l nemesis were  countless yet bold in our faith
We said where they are?
Rather than

said, “Think cocaine's a rush, son,
Wait till you try power!

“Coz if you're loyal, then my boy I'll
Show you where to find more oil than soil.”
But who's

said, “Think cocaine's a rush, son,
Wait till you try power!

“Coz if you're loyal, then my boy I'll
Show you where to find more oil than soil.”
But who's

Ungodly lessons, spilt that venom in my young mind
In the desert of the desperate
Front line
Only exit from this snake pit
Deaths smile
Ambushed by my

And continue on my journey to try
To get to the top
And it'll never stop and I refuse to believe
That immortals only measured by selling a CD
Not enough from me

Molded, measured, and left alone
Rip out your anger, replace it with languor
Then levied, emptied, and turned to stone
Rip out your passion, replace it with

wilding from last nights riots
Electrolytes, I'm out the door by nine, with a tire iron
Flying skyward
Senses Heightened
Psychiatrist advice avoid violence

your heart
Remember, life is your creation
You do it field by inner elation

In this world everything a song
Marching together where we all belong
Where

Once upon a time in 2005
The record industry was just barely alive
Burning and ripping and sharing CDs
We bootlegged the music world down to its

Feeling quilty for so long
And I pray
Late at night
For a second
I think you're there by my side
So where did we go wrong
Hold on
So waiting
I
I need why
I

manifested in the flesh it's a cycle not a line we celebrate the crazy i go psycho all the time/get you hyper by design/that's a mic without a line/reflect

drop shit
Grind hard, no option
And I don’t fuck with no slime niggas cuz y’all move on opp shit
I only move with my dawgs cuz they stay silent naw we

Maybe cuz I got the flow, not needing no hoe 
That's how that I know, ice on my wrist 
Street lights on the snow, that's where we gon go 
Yeah, they never

is just, suggest they all watch the trees they barking up
Cuz dog, my band, we with all that Jazz, feel like Snarky Pup
Artist touched by the Gospel

Not a day goes by where I don't think why you and I couldn't make things work
The apple of my eye went and took a bite
You convinced me of the trouble

gettin lit
I'm with my dawgs
We gone keep a stick
If she my bitch Imma buy her a pit
I trained her ass good
She know how to sit
She suck like a tick

and the little goals that they posting
When as it is, we'll know where we go
Gotta act as if every road made of gold
Not a map for this
Never a stroll to bestow

Check
First generation, parents' immigration
Passion where my veins is got my family in amazement
Passing through my phases, understanding where my

a head full of nightmares
And the devil don't fight fair, so we should shed some light here
Pandora's box holds darkness no matter where it is
When it

Not aroused by golden chalice, asking where’s your golden albums,
Talent you been holding down with, about to get exposed and outed, know you’re

this mean to me
Playing since a kid hypnotized by the TV
Nah I'm sick of this shit
Know, Rockstar, know I'm taking yo shit
Blizzard I'm fucking yo shit,

I'm still trying to find my way
It's best I leave ya heart alone
If passion's fire
We should be cautious what we do
A soul ablaze takes an eternity

means to fuel these ghetto dreams we relishing are you listening? huh, the mentality is mosh pit, pushing with the force, change course, flip the guap