But they don't know what is what Swish, swish, bish They know what is what Another one in the basket (basket, woah, basket, woah) Can't touch this They just know what is what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute,

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

Stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em Ha stick 'em, ha ha ha Stick 'em, ha, ha, ha Stick 'em stick 'em stick 'em Ha stick 'em, ha ha Stick em ha ha ha stick em Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes, Words forced fed to your mind trace the

Hush now, don't explain Don't explain Just say you'll remain Unless you're mad, don't explain My love, don't explain What is there to gain? Skip that lipstick You know that I love you And what loving does

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

There's an empty space inside my heart Where the weeds take root I'll set you free 'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick Do what you want So now I'll set you free Slowly we unfurl As lotus flowers Just to see what if

Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood Goodbye Hollywood Please don't cry for me When I'm gone for good I thought I had it all figured out I did I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once I

She knows how to work them cut off things She knows how to get me to do about anything How to bat those eyes, swing them hips, how to rock that cherry red lipstick She knows I can't say no It's seven a.m. baby Trying to catch up on a little sleep Its way

Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced... Listen here... Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the

Big gun kick the hell out of you Big gun number one Riot on the radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a fantasy