Now we want peace without patriot missiles
Blown to bits are civilian targets
Parade! Laugh! Rejoice! Sing!
We are the victors of...nothing
Spend more money on a war
Your people starved and turn to whores
Slaves of the chosen ones paying millions for each bomb
Country without a race
Formed from people you disgrace
White right conservative might
Killers of Kennedy with no fright
The American way!
Freedom cried the marching man
Flags ripped out of their black hands
Beaten! Slain! Tortured! Killed!
Their only mistake was being born here
Invade countries just for oil
Send your troops all down to boil
Iraq! Grenada! Nam and Chile!
Truman doctrine our own way
Country without a race
Formed from people you disgrace
White right conservative might
Killers of Kennedy with no fright
The American way!
The government here can suck my balls
Policing the world in overalls
Armed rebellion minority
Disrespected race, colored mind
Crazed loonies all walk the streets
Missing children on milk cartons
Mother selling child for crack
Mr. President check your back
Country without a race
Formed from people you disgrace
White right conservative might
Killers of Kennedy with no fright
The American way!
The American way!
The American way!
Iron Maiden - Holy Smoke lyric
Believe in me - send no money
Died on the cross, and that ain't funny
But my so called friends they're making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your soul by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records, burning books
Holy soldiers, Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles, just wait awhile
Till the TV Queen gets her make up clean
I've lived in filth, I've lived in sin
And I still smell cleaner than the shit your in
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke
They ain't religious but they ain't no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the president - trick of the tail
Now they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jail
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke
Died on the cross, and that ain't funny
But my so called friends they're making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your soul by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records, burning books
Holy soldiers, Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles, just wait awhile
Till the TV Queen gets her make up clean
I've lived in filth, I've lived in sin
And I still smell cleaner than the shit your in
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke
They ain't religious but they ain't no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the president - trick of the tail
Now they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jail
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke
Keane - Staring At The Ceiling lyric
Things will seem much better in the morninglight
Love will be much easier to own
Things will look much better in the pale sunlight
We can be together like before
You just need time to forget
You just need time to explain
You just need time to forget yourself again
You're lying on the floor and
Staring at the ceiling
Thinking of a place you
Have never seen before
Remember when you held someone for the first time
Remember when this fire was all we had
Now you want life without death
And you want love without pain
But you want time to go back and start again
You're lying on the floor and
Staring at the ceiling
Thinking of a place you
Have never seen before
Thinking of your old friends
And waiting for the feeling
waiting for the old burning feeling to return
These days, you don't know who you are
These days, you don't know where you are
These days, we don't know who we are
So meet me by the road
Where we used to go
You're lying on the floor and
Staring at the ceiling
Thinking of a place you
Have never seen before, seen before
Waiting for the phone call
And waiting for the feeling
Waiting for the old raging feeling to return, to return
Love will be much easier to own
Things will look much better in the pale sunlight
We can be together like before
You just need time to forget
You just need time to explain
You just need time to forget yourself again
You're lying on the floor and
Staring at the ceiling
Thinking of a place you
Have never seen before
Remember when you held someone for the first time
Remember when this fire was all we had
Now you want life without death
And you want love without pain
But you want time to go back and start again
You're lying on the floor and
Staring at the ceiling
Thinking of a place you
Have never seen before
Thinking of your old friends
And waiting for the feeling
waiting for the old burning feeling to return
These days, you don't know who you are
These days, you don't know where you are
These days, we don't know who we are
So meet me by the road
Where we used to go
You're lying on the floor and
Staring at the ceiling
Thinking of a place you
Have never seen before, seen before
Waiting for the phone call
And waiting for the feeling
Waiting for the old raging feeling to return, to return
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Fine lyric
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Jacki-O)
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Ying-Yang)
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Po' Boy)
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (College Park)
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm a sexy motherfucker)
Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm a sexy motherfucker)
Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm just a sexy motherfucker)
Damn, that bitch is fine
I get it from my mammy, and I know how to handle it
Plus I got a motor like a banshee
If that's ya man, girl you can forget it
I'm standin by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged
I make him wanna hit the bare guts
It ain't his birthday, I'm the reason he got his hair cut
Turned on by my stank walk, now he can't talk
But I'ma give him what he came for
Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it
(He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll)
Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it
(Make that booty roll)
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Jacki-O!)
Damn, that bitch is fine
Damn, that bitch is fine
Damn, that bitch is fine
Damn, that bitch is fine
Fine as a mu'fucker, shaped like a Coke bottle
Nigga got a lump in his throat so he can't swallow
Sh-she walkin' wit it, yeah that why ya ass'll get it
Gotta keep it at a distance
Cause if you walk my way nigga gon' be persistent
Smack that ass, pat, pat
Back that ass up to the back, back
You got me daydreamin, havin wet dreams
Jacki, is there anymore room in them jeans
For a freaky motherfucker like me
A ATL nigga wit a lot of gold teeth
Goddamn you fine wit a big behind
I just wanna touch your booty one time
Is it soft like it look, I'm curious George
Your booty put a smile on all the boys
Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it
(He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll)
Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it
(Make that booty roll)
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki
Damn, that bitch is fine
Damn, that bitch is fine
Damn, that bitch is fine
Damn, that bitch is fine (Jacki-O!)
Said you like this chunky monkey and you want it
Cause I ride it like a pony when I'm on it
You just wanna get up on it so you can bone it
I'ma have you givin loans of money for homes, yeah
Queen of the South, Jacki-O gon' hold it down
Boys seen them pictures in Vibe, they wanna blow me down
They wanna show me round, they know it's sunshine
They see the ghetto booty and they know it's lunchtime
Gourmet cuisine got 'em actin silly
He ain't even fuck, I only let him suck the titties
Now we in Hong Kong, I got the thong on
He on the phone, told his hoe that he ain't comin home
Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it
(He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll)
Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it
(Make that booty roll)
Ro-ooo-oo-ool, ro-ooo-oo-ool
Ro-ooo-oo-ool (make that booty roll)
Ro-ooo-oo-ool, ro-ooo-oo-ool
Ro-ooo-oo-ool (make that booty roll)
I'ma drop my shit and roll wit it
Drop my shit and roll wit it
Drop my shit and roll wit it
Roll wit it, roll wit it
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