He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother Hustlin' down the
dream, don't be a hater son Think you the greater one Gotta put you on the fader son Cut your ass up see you later mass Gotta drop till your praying
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
hood with a passion And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin' piano And yo, we got my
smoke was clearing he said, "Give me one good reason why" What a strange, strange boy He sees the cars as sets of waves Sequences of mass and space
's why I need ruby corks glasses 'Cause when I glance at the chest that I might blast the masses Subliminals transmitted through piano Integrated in flow
in every time zone Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, it?s for my dudes and my dime honeys (I got what y?all need) Things run up in it mass where
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal I got artillery lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm Then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet proof vest Nothin'
priceless fossils Many a sad sullen pieta - Christ eternal held away from me Behind a brown and ancient glaze In my collection Facets of ego Gradually eclipsing mass
, the smoke was clearing he said "Give me one good reason why!" What a strange, strange boy He sees the cars as sets of waves Sequences of mass and space
Climber (David Crosby) [Intro. (Acoustic Guitar and Percussion)] The heat of the stone against your face The incredible presence of mass The clink of
on your lyrical index Stop the masses, rotate the fastest Afro jerry curl world, get ignited re-invited On your main sources like the Enforcers Sub-machines spray your Liberace pianos
Let the rhythm hit 'em I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin
Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk gardner (woodwinds) Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don preston (retired
