Alabama 3 Album

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No time for spindoctor's medicine
Cooked up by the government, selling me some cover-up
Sponsored information, crack pipes in the shopping malls
Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and sell

I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
When that call it comes, I will be ready for war

No time for backhanded compliments
From bourgeois apologists desperate for an incident
Real-estate assassins, assessing my predicament
My dollar bills dependant upon it being in their interest

I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
[When that call it comes,] I will be ready for war

CHORUS

There is power in the blood, justice in the sword
When that call it comes, I will be ready for war
Power in the blood, justice in the sword
When that call it comes, I will be ready

I will raise mah sword up right
To the bright and shining light,
Stained crimson red with the blood of the unredeemed
And as I cut them limb from limb, and I dash all their kith and kin,
You know, their bodies I will bury in the deep
Because there's power in the blood.
There's power in the blood.

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Another psychopath in Iowa, loadin' up another round,
while the NRA in Columbine hunt Marilyn Manson down,
powder in the Pentagon, cruel letters in the mail,
some KKK white supremicist, cookin' up a dose of race hate

(CHORUS)
I don't need no country, i don't fly no flag
I cut no slack for the Union Jack, stars and stripes have got me jet-lagged (x2)

ahhhhh no flag
no flag, no flag

A baby in Afgahnistan, cryin for his mama now,
While the BNP scare refugees in the alleyway's of oldham town,
hypocrites in Downing Street pourin' petrol on the flame,
Satpal cries, asks Paddy, why do we always get the blame?

(CHORUS)

I don't need no country, i don't fly no flag
I cut no slack for the Union Jack, stars and stripes have got me jet-lagged (x2)
ahhhhh no flag
no flag, no flag

I'll sing a song for the asylum seeker,
for the frightened baby on some foreign beach,
I'll bang a gong, and pray they reach a safe harbour.
Some mother in Jakarta, she lays down her weary head,
in some free-trade zone compound, where they work you till you're dead,
hunger stalks the factory floor, famine and disease...
seen the multi-nationals walkin' hand in hand,
Noam Chomsky's enemies,
i'll tell ya now....
(CHORUS)
I don't need no country, i don't fly no flag
I cut no slack for the union jack, stars and stripes have got me jet-lagged (x4)
ahhhhh no flag
no flag, no flag
I don't need no country, I don't fly no flag

livin' in the city
nobody said it would be easy
seven million lonely souls

it's a sweet shame it's a pity
when you realize those city lights ain't pretty
the streets ain't paved with gold

you want to be somebody
I want to be somebody
let's, let's knock the door they gotta let us in, yeah

I got my fingers on the handle
got another angle
get your aces up your sleeve
lets go gamblin'

every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
let's put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

when the frunt-runners lose their riders
on the ten to one outsiders
hold the, the future in their hands

let's fool the broken face pretenders and
the casino cool contenders
grab the chips and put the booty in the bag

when every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like its year zero

you want to be somebody
I want to be somebody
lets knock the door they gotta let is in, in, in
they gotta let us in
wha!!

well, every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
lets put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
lets put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

f, f, fuck your mind

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I will worship you
and this time we go to thank Jesus
oh, I will worship you, oh, amen

strobe life
and I think tonight I will worship you
strobe life
I will worship you
strobe life
strobe life

I want the strobe life before the end of my life is approachin
I want the strobe life because you know my eggs they are poachin

I want the strobe life because you know my car is runnin backwards
I want the strobe life 'cause you know I can't read those long words

sweet Jesus, if it pleases you
don't let the sun come up on me
'cause I'm feelin easy, feelin nice and sleazy now
don't let the sun come up on me

I love the strobe life
it's the only life I know, yeah
I let the strobe life
shine the light on me
I love the strobe life
it's the only life I know, yeah
I let the strobe life
shine the light on me
shine the light on me

sweet Jesus, if it pleases you
don't let the sun come up on me
cause I'm feelin easy, feelin nice and sleazy now
don't let the sun come up on me

I love the strobe life
it's the only life I know, yeah
I let the strobe life
shine the light on me
shine the light on me

yeah

open the gates of heaven tonight

yeah

I wanna burn like a crazy roman candle
goin' pop in the night
with my strobe light right
I want my hand take de ball goin squitchy-bow squiddly-bop-beedle-be-beedle-be-bow
yeah

I love the strobe life
it's the only life I know
I let the strobe life
shine the light on me
shine the light on me

at the police station
I was told, "prisoner of rehabilitation, you know how"
it really didn't matter
so I chose the latter
and after fourty-seven days with electrodes in my head
I was nearly dead
then they said I was fine
so I went outside
within five minutes contemplated another taxi ride
back to the place where I used to score before
guess rehabilitation goes walkin out the door

sometimes the light don't shine
sometimes the light don't shine
sometimes the light don't shine
what?
sometimes the light don't shine
what?
rehabilitated

some say the only way to ease the pain is gettin' down to pray
I'm with no guru, no teacher for me
I got no faith in no fantasy
one too many, went flyin' too long
so many mornings already gone wrong, baby
been so long and I've been feelin so bad
deep down in a dark, dark, dark cave

sometimes the light don't shine
that's the time we gotta open our eyes, yeah
sometimes the light don't shine

rehabilitated

sometimes the light don't shine
that's the time we gotta open our eyes, yeah
sometimes the light don't shine
you and me baby gonna get

rehabilitated

well ah, hey, I went down to N.A.
business was a bouncin' like back in the day
hypocrites hidin' habits all over town
pop stars gushin' bout the faith they've found
left me so cold, I walked out in the rain
waitin' early for that midnight train
been so long, I've been feeling so bad
I'm gonna blow away the blues tonight
'cause'a

sometimes the light don't shine
that's the time we gotta open our eyes, yeah
sometimes the light don't shine
you and me baby gonna get rehabilitated

sometimes the light don't shine
that's the time we gotta open our eyes, yeah
sometimes the light don't shine
you and me baby gonna get rehabilitated

R is for the recovery you're going to make in my sumptious retreat in the hills
E is for how I'm gonna enable you to cure all of your ills
H is for the hurtin' heartache I'm going to help you lose
A: assessment successful
B: good bye b-blues

sometimes the light don't shine
what?
rehabilitated
sometimes the light don't shine
rehabilitated
sometimes the light don't shine
rehabilitated
sometimes the light don't shine

sing it now

sometimes the light don't shine
that's the time we gotta open our eyes, yeah
sometimes the light don't shine
you and me baby gonna get rehabilitated

sometimes the light don't shine
that's the time we gotta open our eyes, yeah
sometimes the light don't shine
you and me baby gonna get rehabilitated

soemtimes the light don't shine
everybody say
sometimes the light don't shine
everybody say
sometimes the light don't shine
everybody say
sometimes the light don't shine
you and me gonna get rehabilitated

you ever have a frustrated liver??
I know another guy who had a frustrated liver??
one morn, he's asleep
an just gets right up out and just went
ran along the road
goin' bare as a woman just comin in from have their ever stand (??) , heh heh

every time I manage to get one more breath into this body
I will sing a song of thanks to you my brothers, my sisters, my friends
may your sleep be peaceful, and angels sing sweetly in your ears
(I got to be an angel one night)

he puts his shooter in the boot
got a whiskey at the wheel
drivin too fast down the avenue
cased in the joints of the bourgeoisie
too stoned on a tight band
was too drunk to respond
the devil robbed your pockets
while you were lyin' dyin'
I hope the angels held you in their arms

'cause when heaven took you home, you left hell on this earth
when heaven took you home, you left hell on this earth

(I got to be an angel)

on and on you left the dance
we all know how good that feels
walkin home down on lovers lane
sweet mornin' dew at your feet, yeah
the devil's been a'drinkin
the driver hits and runs
I pray your soul flew swiftly
'cause the light don't shine since you've been gone
the moon has lost the sun

when heaven took you home, you left hell on this earth
when heaven took you home, you left hell on this earth
now the moon has lost the sun

you found yourself in a new reality
different people, different personalities
just when she's thrown up the dust isn't gone
another loner came along
they lead deeper lives
and they critisize
you didn't realize
you didn't care what you knew
blacken their eye
sold the chance if you had to change
dealt with the pain with straight back their hair back
you got right back girl
you better hear it
you never had to seperate the hands of someone
who will never yearn for truth
'cause you're an angel

see how bright you burn
you better learn
you never had to seperate the hands of someone
who will never yearn for truth
'cause you're an angel

when heaven took you home, you left hell on this earth
when heaven took you home, baby, you left hell on this earth

when heaven took you home, you left hell on this earth
now the moon has lost the sun
when heaven took you home, you left hell on this earth
now the moon has lost the sun

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lively, lively, lively, lively, lively
let this world survive, survive me
been there for long time
ya, I'm headin back
love my life thats why I'm livin like that
know how to move
know when to stay
know how to get shit out of my way
what is my message?
well that will be law
comin to you from above
world

I got fifteen felonies
I got twenty three misdemeanors
I got APB's from Anchorage all the way down to cleveland
a million dollar reward
they want me alive or dead
they gonna put three in my body
gonna put three in my head

up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof yeah
up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof, yeah

put the searchlights on me
a hundred hound dogs on my trail
and I'll skip the state like Jesse James
Tennessee law man on my tail
the helicopters circle
like vultures in the midday sun
I swear to God
I got the motherfuckin' government in the sights
oh my God well, go

up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof yeah
up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof

grease me, prime me, release me, survive me
step back look at this light before it blinds me
been there a long time won't go back
love my life guess I'm livin like that, who
I take a vibe and I will take it much stronger
got my life to live and I won't be here much longer
no 'morrow
know the way that I walk is the way that I talk
is the truth, I'm bullet proof

I got fifteen felonies
I got twenty three misdemeanors
I got APB's from Anchorage all the way down to cleveland
they got me
up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof yeah
up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof, yeah

they got me up against the wall, yeah
up against the wall
up against the wall
you mutha fucka get
up against the wall

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Lord have mercy
mercy
mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy

There's a picture in the paper that she prayed she'd never see
newsfash bulletins on the radio and on NBC
teardrops on her black dress
she's reachin' for the Rosary beads
remembers when that boy was ten
an'sang nobody knows the trouble I've seen
lamella cannot help her
nobody gonna put her through
she struggled with strife to give the boy the life (that)
daddy always tried to lose
she pauses there for another burbon
listens to the morning rain
with a hopeful hand full of vicodin
she washes away the pain, yeah

Lord have mercy on my wicked son
forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done
I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy

There's a letter in the wallet
the kind the coroner returns
faded manilla envelope
the F.B.I. forgot to burn
Tucker stole the cars
in all night bars
and the can he stole in Reno
an incident gettin' outta hand
shootin' some pimp over heroin
there's a photograph from a motor back
and a picture of a mobile home
still a penny don't drop 'till she gets to the bottom of the page
an' now she's frozen
'cause the postmark say in Tuscon
date december of seventy-three
daddy just been busted
she got the baby on her knee, yeah

Lord have mercy on my wicked son
forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done
I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
mercy

Somebody help me now, yeah

help me now
Lord have mercy on my wicked son
forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done
I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy on my wicked son
forgive him Lord for the wrong he's done
I will sing 'till your sweet Kingdom come
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy-ey

brother injured
death's in his soul
no one is guilty or innocent in jail
except for the grieving son
and the grieving wife
told in the name of justice there goes this life
where the bullet of the gun is set in it's deadly course
fire with anger without no remorse
I think of nothing except one thing
because injustice of my mothers pain
for the cities flared
and the sirens blared
and all these was ignored so
death grows more
and want you to fall in the flames
nothing is ever the same
doesn't matter your age
stand against that rage
for the sist that lie
another will die
and the people that protest
against death and the rest

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You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
All the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.

But you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning everything you had was
gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
like a voice telling you there was something you should
know. Last night you were flying but today you're so low
- ain't it times like these that make you wonder if
you'll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to
the others; wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and
brothers. Don't you wish you didn't function, wish you
didn't think beyond the next paycheck and the next little
drink' Well you do so make up your mind to go on, 'cos
when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
Mama said you'd be the Chosen One.

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
You got yourself a gun.

No time for spindoctor's medicine
Cooked up by the government, selling me some cover-up
Sponsored information, crack pipes in the shopping malls
Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and sell

I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
When that call it comes, I will be ready for war

No time for backhanded compliments
From bourgeois apologists desperate for an incident
Real-estate assassins, assessing my predicament
My dollar bills dependant upon it being in their interest

I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
I don't mind dying
[When that call it comes,] I will be ready for war

CHORUS

There is power in the blood, justice in the sword
When that call it comes, I will be ready for war
Power in the blood, justice in the sword
When that call it comes, I will be ready

I will raise mah sword up right
To the bright and shining light,
Stained crimson red with the blood of the unredeemed
And as I cut them limb from limb, and I dash all their kith and kin,
You know, their bodies I will bury in the deep
Because there's power in the blood.
There's power in the blood.

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last train to mashville, girl
you got on board
packed up your medicines, left without a word
now you're strung out in suburbia waitin for that call
you just chill out by yourself behind your front door

you lost the plot again
where you are now aint clear
it's a misty morning memory
the road and took you here
your special k keeps the chills away
with your needle and your spoon
starin' at the walls sharin your score with no one

and u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
I don't see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor
it's been awhile since I saw your ultraviolet smile
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

bein' a loverman and a dj
lots of girls come down the front when I'm on the one's and two's
there was this one particular girl though
she was so beautiful she used to knock my eyes out every damn time
one night, she took this funny little heart shaped pill and just died right there in front of me
now she don't dans 2 tekno anymore

u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
u don't dans 2 tekno
so sad since you let it go
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

yeah I'll tell you now
your 808 and the 303 ain't the friends that they used to be
you got no time for sweet 909
you said goodbye to Chicago
and Detroit said you Lord, you let her go
and there ain't no guest list at the border line

all the people sing
and u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
I don't see you under the strobelight on the dancefloor
it's been awhile since I saw your ultraviolet smile
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

no, u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
lord above
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
u don't dans 2 tekno
so sad since you let it go
and u dont dans 2 tekno anymore

u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
hip hop or electro
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

livin' in the city
nobody said it would be easy
seven million lonely souls

it's a sweet shame it's a pity
when you realize those city lights ain't pretty
the streets ain't paved with gold

you want to be somebody
I want to be somebody
let's, let's knock the door they gotta let us in, yeah

I got my fingers on the handle
got another angle
get your aces up your sleeve
lets go gamblin'

every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
let's put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

when the frunt-runners lose their riders
on the ten to one outsiders
hold the, the future in their hands

let's fool the broken face pretenders and
the casino cool contenders
grab the chips and put the booty in the bag

when every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like its year zero

you want to be somebody
I want to be somebody
lets knock the door they gotta let is in, in, in
they gotta let us in
wha!!

well, every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
lets put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
lets put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

f, f, fuck your mind

he a'hit the dance around about midnight
gin and juice and he's a'feelin fine
a'come the morning all the sounds went up
police man said the joint was shut
all the brothers gettin busted outside
undercover officers readin' them their rights
one way ticket boy you prison bound
the night the lights in dallas went down, so

how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
no we ain't gettin' shit
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin a bus that's bound for the welfare line
no we ain't gettin' shit
I want to know right now

she shakes the blues off then she tries her luck
makes a little bet and hopes her horse comes up
pickin' pockets for some easy money
cause she blew the goddamn lot on the national lottery
steals a paper sh'check the front page
headlines made that the dancehall can't be saved
how can they open up an opera house
on the night the lights in dallas went down, yeah

so how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill?
no we ain't gettin' shit
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin a bus that's bound for the welfare line
no we aint gettin' shit
I want to know right now, tell me now

tweek freak Tony on the four two eight
special branch sting right time wrong place
columbian connections in the corridors of power
mean the man on the money ain't never goin down
Lord Lucky takes his lady to the magic flute
little taste or two now he's bullet proof
Tony tunes the underground radio
on the night the lights in dallas went down, so

how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
no we ain't gettin' shit
I want to know right now
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin' a bus that's bound for the welfare line
no we aint gettin' shit
I want to know right now, yeah see now

yeah, so how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
no we ain't gettin' shit
I wanna know right now
how long we gonna waste our time
boardin a bus that's bound for the welfare line
no we ain't gettin' shit
I wanna know right now