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uh oh Jimmy, what's happened to yo beat machine?
the numbers falling to the side, losing all its jingling
I'm sad to say you got to go, don't you know that tempo is king?
well I'm sad to say you got go, it's getting harder to say you didn't know
I see you lost for words, when you don't know the rhythm
I noticed yo sound had gone into deep remission
aint keeping the time that we want
now you gotta go it alone
go and watch the show from home
this is it for you my friend go on, on yo own
hey there jimmy, what's yo policy on decency?
there are people on both sides, but only one of them holding up evil signs
those days are gone, yet they say that their bigotry don't quite equate to hate
(and that aint right)
so go on tappin' on yo bell, yo minds made up and its sending you to hell
I see you losing ties, daily counts won't hide yo decisions
i noticed you'd gone away and now this band broken up and dead
aint keeping the time that we want
now you gotta go it alone
go and watch the show from home
this is it for you my friend go on, on yo own
Jimmy, do you got anything left to say?
aint really listening, can't really wait to never miss you
go on, on your own
that's it shows moved on
go home, on your own
that's it, shows moved on
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Allusions (Orange Punk)
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you're just a big talker, you're not afraid of yo delusions
you're just a big mocker, that ain't no big shocker
with yo allusions
are these yo decisions Don?
well I'm making moves, away from you
gotta make sure we got enough to breathe
in the sea of yo deceit
oh mama please, wont you gather me
and pick me up and take me from this blood culture
you're counting fingers in illusion, with nowhere to go
you're causing trouble with allusion, you poor, scorned Orange Punk
eyes to the ground looking around
well here I am lost and found, behind the door,
I must've been such a bore
for you to choose to ignore
I know you're looking for any hand you can grab
we'll lead to the closest exit babe, I'll even grab something for you.
you got me locked up, my soul is so tortured from you, I am so over you
you're counting fingers in illusion, with nowhere to go
you're causing trouble with allusion, you poor, bored Orange Punk
all systems fated to fail, who could've known
TV man on a golden throne
couldn't pay for the sizable loan?
It aint normal to put faith in hate
to fly the flags of lost ages,
to wave a name of someone who'd let it burn
the second is was their turn
Is this what you wanted to see?
America's lady green, on her knees, crying for souls in need
oh mama please and pick me up and take me from all this
that orange man is smiling while he's failing
if you can't leave gracefully, you might as well live peacefully
cuz the children will remember,
the children always remember
they'll see your name and all you've done,
you wont be able to run from that Don
what you gonna do?
you gonna sacrifice us in end? we're the ones you depend on
whether you like it or not, we got the nation on our back
aint gonna let you hold us back no more,
this is the end for you, go on, go home
you're just a big talker, not afraid of your delusions
you're just a big mocker and that aint no shocker
you're losing yourself in allusions, delusions, illusions
are you, you fool
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A.M. Soul Columbus, Ohio
Columbus Ohio
Soul n' Funkers.
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