came in the game spitting cocaine pain
I explained how I did it
and I visited the brane
lickle fame
lickle shame
if i did it all again
I'd do everything the same
house of pain
jump around
get down like goths
attracted to the lights like moths
masochist vampires gather by shops
guzzle cheap booze in the graveyard
puzzled take cues from the blues in the graveyard
came up in the echoes of a plague and a gunshot
I saw my heroes die
in the age of the deranged underage and the cumshot
I saw my heroes cry
that brightest day
that blackest night
no evil did escape my sight
final crisis averted
they thought they had no protection
now they pray for a resurrection
so I rise like phoenix
jean, river
prose flows through me I deliver
on time
nothing like my postman
unrecognisable to most man
something like a ghost man
something of an aberration
in abba nation
asbertaine saccharine
chemical nation
but I got the life equation
I got my masters
and they gonna outlast us
i been here for a 1000 years
but i still couldn't call it my home
I been burned been doused in tears
so I scream from the top of my soul
...and i meant every word
fuck what you heard
its absurd
I bought peace with that kill george bush shit
you only need one bullet
and that gunshot still reverberates
yeah
lives got changed in the course of the ascent
brays got brave in the rave with the patent
no fixed accent
no fixed abode
man had a dream since cities of gold
8 years old in the hospital
did a puppet show
saw the incredible shrinking man
that stayed with me forever
dude haunts me
thank my lucky stars that mum didn't abort me
lucky mud
lucky me
like he won the lottery
came up from the dirt like crockery
made it through the hurt and worse and the downright fuckery
now there ain't no stopping me
so whether you're feeling lower than the common denominator
or higher than giraffe vajayjay
fuck with dre day
mad world
god is in the house
the future
we got a lot of songs
aim blaow to shoot you
from zep tepi to now
its ten seconds to wow
I'm rare
pink towel dressing gown
hair out the wrestler
yeah, I'm the wrestler
ready for my exit
standing on the top rope
singing like...
i been here for a 1000 years
but i still couldn't call it my home
I been burned been doused in tears
so I scream from the top of my soul
all around me are familiar faces
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Pingback: Tweets that mention The Wrestler | Akira The Don -- Topsy.com