I find myself wrong again staring out my window Wondering what it is I should've said I find myself at home again waiting for the after call From a fallout
Nowhere to go all night to get there Another nice try with Mr. Wrong Late night TV on my horizon National Anthem and I'm barely hangin on Just a typical
Aiyyo Kris man I'm seein' a lot of movement in the industry right now I'm seein' a lot of cats comin' into the industry But they got the wrong idea Nah
Once the time again The city people on the streets, they talk of the town Wherever you go to They come to your home They operate you by the telephone
There is nothing new Put in front of you Nothing you don't understand Don't try to rationalize No one hears your lies Only you can comprehend You don
Jeden Morgen nach dem Aufstehn geht es wieder in den Krieg. Zur Front mit der StraA?enbahn, fest im Glauben an den Sieg. FA?r ein kleines StA?ck vom
Everything that I ever found I'm switching over to a low tar brand Got cable video with surround sound I lie in bed and watch the world go round Got CNN
I'm going to dress up tonight And I'll look real pretty for I don't know who I'll find my own way around this great big city And I'm gonna sit at a bar
Oh, give me time to watch this go I will pack all of my dreams and I'll go home Oh, once again I'm nothing new Quick to speak, slow to listen and quick
Another dollar fifty, another ride on the bus The seat left alone is still warm The person next to me talks to me As if he knows me But that's okay,
Same old town Loose sense surround me Always drags you down Don't let it get you down Same four walls Don't mean anything To anyone 'Cos all you care
[Black Thought - amidst ad libbing voices] What the fuck, what what what? Nuttin new, nuttin new.. What? Nuttin new.. check Nuttin new, nuttin new, y
Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes Stick them together with glue You can mix a fine cocktail from memories And pretend what you're drinking
Ich sitze wo ich immer sitze, wie immer im Mondlicht wie immer schreibt mein Stift in Druckbuchstaben auf Tapirisch und wie immer ist es das Falsche f
Look at the all the politicians everyone is telling lies they always make promises which never will be fulfulled you can look to the left you can
I see my own reflection in the window I hear the people carry'n on below I know the one I love is out there somewhere To me that somewhere's not far to
[Originally by The Blast Bandits] walking down the halls to class. wondering why i'm always last. i better run and move it fast. the teacher's gonna
you read a lot into it i never even flipped right through it so what'cha gonna do with all this stuff thats scribbled to it you say "theres nothin new