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(The prime time of your life!) You’ve got your head in the clouds, ‘Cause the world’s getting you down. No matter how young you are, You can’t stop from getting stressed. Spiralling down the drain in a universe, That’s so consumed with the goddamn media. You’ve got to get out and fight, ‘Cause it’s the, (the prime time of your life!) You’ve got tomorrow, to patch your sorrows, So come on lets go, the prime time of your life! The young and reckless, you can’t protect us, We’re living each day like it is our last! ‘Cause I’ll take you straight to the party, Fil a cup, it’ll loosen you up… Feel the fire, don’t deny her, We’ll take you higher, the prime time of your life! (Gunna do it, now, don’t wait and live it, Today, the prime time of your life!) (Gunna do it, now, don’t wait and live it, Today, the prime time of your life!) You’ve got to go get a job, Pay for your rent and your cost, Of living goes up each day, They’ll make you find a new way. Because we live in a screwed up society, You’ll see the kids throw their youths down the pipe again, You’ve got to get out and fight, Cause it’s the, (the prime time of your life!) You’ve got tomorrow, to patch your sorrows, So come on lets go, the prime time of your life! The young and reckless, you can’t protect us, We’re living each day like it is our last! ‘Cause I’ll take you straight to the party, Fil a cup, it’ll loosen you up… Feel the fire, don’t deny her, We’ll take you higher, the prime time of your life! (Do it, do it, do it, do it, Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait.) (Do it, do it, do it, do it, Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait.) Look around you and everybody’s trying, To find a dime cause they can’t afford the buying. Streets are fighting, everybody’s rioting, because our money means jack-shit right now. And all the people in homes the size of closets, Can’t live their lives cause they’ve got no prospects. I don’t see why everybody’s waiting… (The prime time of your life!) (Gunna do it, now, don’t wait and live it, Today, the prime time of your life!) (Gunna do it, now, don’t wait and live it, Today, the prime time of your life!) You’ve got tomorrow, To patch your sorrows, So come on, let’s go… The young and reckless, You can’t protect us, We’re living each day… I’ll take you straight to the party, Fil a cup, it’ll loosen you up. Feel the fire, don’t deny her, We’ll take you higher, we’ll take you higher! We’ll take you higher! We’ll take you higher! We’ll take you higher! (The prime time of your life!)

I don’t need all these wires in my head, Growing out of my skin and into the web, Where the spiders crawl online and up my veins, Spreading gossip, spreading knowledge, unearned fame. I hear that your new album is coming out on only tape, To represent the moving trends, To stand up for your ageing friends, I see that your artwork is a graphic of a Spanish saint, You’re into iconography, Associated monarchy. What do you represent? Collection of materials And ideals from imperials. Why play this game of Chess? When everything is nothing And we’re just a bunch of hungry nasty animals. I don’t need half the clothes in my closet, But I need the new look to become a prophet, There’s a meaning behind everything in my possession, And I’ll share all my thoughts at my own discretion. I hear that your new album is coming out on only tape, To represent the moving trends, To stand up for your ageing friends, I see that your artwork is a graphic of a Spanish saint, You’re into iconography, Associated monarchy. What do you represent? Collection of materials And ideals from imperials. Why play this game of Chess? When everything is nothing And we’re just a bunch of hungry nasty animals.

You think you've got me for the ride, But watch out when we both collide, You betta, hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot, hit with your wha-ah-ah-oh-oh, Release your bad blood, Release your bad blood, Release your wha-ah-ah-oh-oh. Now I don't wanna hurt your pride, But I'll still hang you out to dry, So hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot, hit with your wha-ah-ah-oh-oh, Release your bad blood, Release your bad blood, Release your wha-ah-ah-oh-oh. You only want to be adored, But, I'll just leaving you wanting more, Nothing to answer for, Locked behind the trap door We'll play this game like it's a war... So hit me with your best shot! So hit me with your best shot! Release the bad blood! Release the bad blood! So hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot, hit me with your.... So hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot, hit with your wha-ah-ah-oh-oh, Release your bad blood, Release your bad blood, Release your wha-ah-ah-oh-oh. So hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot, hit with your wha-ah-ah-oh-oh, Release your bad blood, Release your bad blood, Release your wha-ah-ah-oh-oh.

How have I gotten so low? my head hurts. A couple months from my beau; i avert, and scratch the hole with a blow, it comforts. But i'm just chasing the snow, for deserts. My lemonade, Where is my lemonade? My lemonade, Give me my lemonade. A piece is missing inside, a small itch, When he's no longer beside, i'm bewitched, to stitch the itch with my pride, and enrich, my guts with all i can find, i don't flinch. My lemonade, Where is my lemonade? My lemonade, Give me my lemonade. Push it deeper, push it further, Push it deeper, push it further, Push it deeper, push it further, Push it deeper, push it, push it further! Roll down the rabbit hole, See how far you will fall. My lemonade, Where is my lemonade? My lemonade, Give me my lemonade. I'll stitch the itch with my pride, and enrich, my guts with all I can find, i won't flinch. How have I gotten so low? my head hurts. I guess I'm chasing the snow...

This war is cold and silent, Our love has turned to violence, You've got three years to die for something, You've got three years to live for something. This war is warm and vibrant, Our love has turned to silence, You've got two months to tell him something, You've got two months to tell him something. And if you love let him know, Or if you leave him tell him so, Or you will break his heart in two!

The general public are all just cunts, And they only go to clubs cause they wanna get fucked, on booze, on pills, on pussy, on dick burning holes in their pockets, till it makes them feel sick. The general public are all easy, And They'll buy anything even if it's sleazy, new stars, new cars, new bars, new cards, getting raped in the face without any regard. The general public are all estranged, From the things that should matter and the things that they say, no heart, no mind, no drive, no time, just a floating opinion that they didn't decide. The general public are everywhere, But they're too distracted by what shoes to wear, What size? what style? what colour? what brand? With a taste in their mouth, bitter ' til it goes bland. The general public are all just cunts, And they only go to clubs cause they wanna get fucked, on booze, on pills, on pussy, on dick burning holes in their pockets, till it makes them feel sick. I, I don't know what to say, when I hit the clubs it's, the music i obey, yet everyone around me, they all get in my way of all the beats a'dropping, straight from the DJ I guess that's just the way it is, I guess that's just the game, all the songs that they like, they all just sound the same, and no-one really listens, they're just mounting their new flame, Yeah, i guess that's just the way it is, I guess that's just the way. The general public are all just cunts, And they only go to clubs cause they wanna get fucked, on booze, on pills, on pussy, on dick burning holes in their pockets, till it makes them feel sick. I, I can't look any more, Across the sea of desperates, flooding the dancefloor, I use to be a part of them, I was only out to score, And now my friends they joke at me, they all call me a whore I wonder if they're trying, to leave it all behind, Maybe they are hiding, and need somewhere to grind, But then we're all just lying, and all hope has resigned, I guess that's just the way it is, yeah, i guess that just the way The general public are all just cunts, And they only go to clubs cause they wanna get fucked, on booze, on pills, on pussy, on dick burning holes in their pockets, till it makes them feel sick. I don't know, Maybe I'm just looking at it, the wrong way... let's go The general public just wanna have fun, And they'll do any thing just to keep their rock on, Live now, live hard, live fast, live strong, And we don't give a fuck on what's right and what's wrong, The general public is a part of me, And the moment I accept it is the moment I'm free, to fight, to fuck, to sing, to be, TO FIGHT, TO FUCK, TO SING, TO BE! The general public are all just cunts, And they only go to clubs cause they wanna get fucked, on booze, on pills, on pussy, on dick burning holes in their pockets, till it makes them feel sick. Go, get, your kicks, Til, you, feel sick. Go, get, your kicks, Til, you, feel sick.