[verse 1] Welcome home to the terrordome Land of the forbidden Cause that man be sinnen And his hand be hidden To rule the planet He planned from the
PLEASE DON'T SELL MY DADDY NO MORE WINE (Red Lane) « © '69 Tree Publishing » Please don't sell my daddy no more wine no more wine Mama
(Door Cracks Open) Hey wut dat is? You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy
it? I can sell it, I can sell it Who need it, who need it? I can sell it, I can sell it I got a gold mouthpiece I can sell it, I can sell it Holla at
wanna sell my soul to him Mechanize, city bursts and farmers die, they cry Sell my soul to him Sleep face down in a goods train heading South in the rain I sell my, sell
When things just aren't going your way Like a problem hair would you pluck or shave? But shaving got to be such a bore You deserve so much more Happiness
I hear you, hear you talkin' Goes in one ear and right out the other Not surprised where you come from What you want might be easy for someone But not
to play this part i've got to turn away. i've got to face the lie. to face the day i've got to turn away. c'mon, tear down this charade. yeah, can you
Oh, the heads that turn Make my back burn And that heads that turn Make my back, make my back burn The sparkle in your eyes Keeps me alive And the sparkle
"She's a beauty, yes sir she is", said EZ Dan Fifty five, a bad age, smelling of Brut from Fabrege' and sweat EZ Dan don't bathe a lot these days And
Well, the year it's 1991 It seems that freedom is dead and gone The power of the rich is held by few They keep the young paralyzed Educated by your lies
border Trying out the white house for size The selling of America Its going on now town by town The selling of America You better keep it underground The selling
name, it all seem like a game How she moves so well, I won't call this hell If I had to guess I'd say we have a mess you could sell And how am I supposed
We take ourselves too seriously We sneak as many politics as we can But who will be the last to realize That sometimes selling out is waking up? So,
hint of hope I?ll just lie here wet and willing to provoke you Still no closure Cold is so damn trite and evil was never glamorous Still it sells so
fuck you for selling your lies For selling your lies Sell it on the TV, they sell it to the press Sell it to the right wing, sell it to the left Make
is you beside me It's destiny, just let it be Of the words you speak, baby, sell it to me Sell me candy, sell me love Sell me heaven, sell me doves
the things they promised to you Sell the lie and give away the truth Just say anything you want to You don't need all the things they promised to you Sell