Lyrically Speaking (a word game)

I am not your rolling wheels – I am the highway.
I am not your carpet ride – I am the sky.
 
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
 
Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
Cause you know they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement
Anger is a gift

Freedom, Freedom, yeah right.
 
Yeah! Move me in the
silence baltic motorway hang me on the edge before I
fall away - Apocalypse is dawnin' action on the mile. A
"can-do" revolution - Earth to the river (nile) Sweet'n
the ride - Black Sunshine - Sweet'n the ride - Yeah - Sweet'n
the ride - Black Sunshine - Sweet'n the ride - Yeah! Cry a
river "cosmic" - Moon in Scorpio, feel her body "breathe" -
Acid radio - Tell me that you like it - when I'm going
down! Tell me that you like it - Move to the speed of
(sound) Sweet'n the ride - Black Sunshine - Sweet'n the ride
- Yeah - Sweet'n the ride - Black Sunshine - Sweet'n the ride
 
Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl and
Autumn's sweet we call it fall
I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and

With the birds I'll share this lonely viewin'
With the birds I'll share this lonely viewin'
With the birds I'll share this lonely view

Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know-it-all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, 'cause
With the birds I'll share
 
(this game is hard)

But tell me
did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way
to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?

Tell me
did you fall from a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were
looking for yourself out there?
 
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule

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Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find

And it's something quite peculiar
Something shimmering and white
Leads you here despite your destination
Under the Milky Way tonight
 
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Cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
As a welcomed vacation
From the burdens of the planet earth

Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D
And thinking so much differently

So pardon me while I burst into flames
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me, I'll never be the same
 
Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
A little out of touch
A little insane
It's just easier that dealing with the pain
 
I've listened to preachers,
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words, yeah, yeah
 
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
Police see me ride by they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the PlayStation controller
Is a full clip and my pistola
Send a jacker into a coma
 
Got a lot of questions for me
You got a lot of questions for me
Got your finger pointing at me

Distrusted
I look for wires when I'm talking to you
Distrusted
I look for wires when I'm talking to...
You'd make a great cop
Said you'd make a great cop
Said you'd make a great cop, you pig
 
With this mic device
I spit nonfiction
Who got tha power
This be my question
Tha mass of tha few in this torn nation?
Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?
Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?
 
I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
What have I done?
What have I done?
Yes, I'm running
Down the railway track
Could you help me?
Police on my back
They will catch me
If I dare drop back
Won't you give me
All the speed I lackl
 
Fire
To begin whipping dance of the dead
Blackened is the end
To begin whipping dance of the dead
Color our world blackened
 
Hey baby don't you stick together
And one of you just fall apart
You better try being stupid
Instead of smart
And once you take out all the garbage That's in your brain
Forget about your future
Its just just just just too tame
Contort yourself
OHHHHH
I said you got to
I said you got to
You got to
You got to
You got to contort yourself
At first you arrive
In position
And then you shatter your frame
And you stretch your resistance
Until your mind slips away
And once you forget your affection for the human race
Reduce yourself to zero and then you'll fall in place
 
From the park you hear the happy sound of a carousel
Mmm, you can almost taste the hot dogs and French fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be


(Under the boardwalk) Out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) People walking above
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be making love
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk
 
When you're on a holiday
You can't find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain
 
Hillbilly shine ain't no remedy
Brewin' under the lunar eye
Gunnin' down I9 with the ol' sawed off ridin' by my side
Gallons in the trunk lil' trooper Jon ain't gonna find
 
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