By the end of the Great War the Dandy Warhols had progressed Far beyond the traditional jug band sound, Zia had all but hung up The washtub bass in favor
a big success I heard it said that, "All is fair In love and war" so what's life for? The boy and girl, two separate worlds The endless tug of war Go
This war is cold and silent Our love has turned to violence You've got three years to live for something You've got three years to die for something
Look up from the hymnal, look 'round at the faces Of families closing their eyes We're taking Communion and passing the offering hat Around at the same
are for the few I know the future the past has evaporated Exhibit the beast of pale complexion The war of a millennia has passed away Colder is the sun
universal scales of humanity, all humanity Forever is findin' a solution to a solution Tsunamis, hurricanes, followin' the trails of the African slave ships War, war and more war
It's like a war drum callin soldiers at night It's bigger than music I spit it straight from the heart So it's cold n dark and deep like a universe, but
a bank up, IRS can suck dick straight up Had dosche, oil of olay, play nigga lay ??? a cheap shit, crush them niggas like clay Van Damn hammers, 2000
a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour Stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war
I'm a threat to the whole land Man fear God But God fear no man That's the mothafuckin program I could feel snakes just from handshakes from a cold hand
From one Jesus to another Napalm can be a treat Religion is only cold comfort 'Cos Judas Iscariot was a cheat Bullet holes in my mirror And a minefield
. We are conditioned into being passive observers. If the ring-master offers war, We have been conditioned to passively accept it. War can only exist
I was born to rap The mic, Lebanon Teflon don is back I strike with better bombs and armed to attack So reload the van, go ahead, let 'em in Every tour's a war
I been ballin' since my adolescent years steady climbin' Man, you motherfuckers don't know nuttin' about no timin' I heard a rumor I died, murdered in cold
fans turn Rip Van in the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet Now I'm thinkin who am I Jabberwocky Superfly bent left Pushin war without
Band and drop the bomb on 'em And make 'em scat man When you say "scat man" like the brother called brother When it's on, it's cold, so bring the coroner
[Van Drunen / Daniels] Marching into battle to a war you do not know read the fearfull faces make them look so old the homefront says its prayers wishing