Aren't you tired of all of the violence inside of you? You can run but you can't hide I've heard it all before Just let go Gravity, hold on to me So come and wash us away Just thank fuck that we don't last forever It's now or never Is this the catalyst?

I have no belief But I believe I'm a walking contradiction And I ain't got no right Do as I say not as I do because The shit's so deep you can't run away I beg to differ on the contrary I agree with every word that you say Talk is cheap and lies are

I was sittin' at home watchin TV all alone I'm so tired of reruns, the day goes on and on So I pick up the phone, call everyone I know Said there's gonna be a party, hit the music here we go You gotta live to party, bust your move Everybody's in the

The dog days are over The dog days are done 'Cause here they come Can you hear the horses Run for your children for your sisters and brothers Can't carry it with you if you want to survive Happiness, hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her,

Here we go now Pour the shots out Everyone is getting hammered And the tabs on me We're going hard cause we run this shit So stay the fuck at home if you party like a bitch Take another and drink it all down We can have ten more We keep it rowdy as fuck

Facing the storm, battered and torn Fighting for our Glorious Land! Come take our hand, together we stand Defending our Glorious Land! Endless waste Our patience runs thin Here we stand ready Let the battle begin! Hit back! Charge!

Aways-away and gone awry On a Wichita Monday night (Kelly/Mann) Our super-hero in a maple-leaf cape Was locked in the trunk of a car And he escaped He's a Moosehead muppet on An ex-pat kick Got a valid passport and he's proud of it Prairie boy-wonder why

Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough 'Cause you and Tequila make me crazy Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a pussy and collect his watch Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang! When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top Yeah, gang! Ayy, brand new Glock .40

Lock and load your gun, where I'm from, the Third World son Been to many places but I'm Third world-born Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from: the Third World son You polluted everything, and now the Third World's gone The waters poisoned where I'm from