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Musical Chairs - текст песни



Musical Chairs


Do you want a plight?


Well you don't have a choice


Stand up alive


Cause the music hasn't die yet








Suzy was a psycho, but she looked good


Little ball of fire, light it up and cook wood


She knew the power of what she had to offer


Pieces of a puzzle, personality, and posture


When it's probably done, it seems spun


As long as you're not ??


Bar fly looking for a fall guy


Taking on all types


From big baller to the small fry


Get what you want out of life


But every night now the same thought arise (babe you got a light?)


Still as lonely as the number one


Cause you only love someone


So you have someone to run from


Run, run, put your back into it Sue


Always wonder what it would be like to try to rap to you


We gotta show Suzy love


Ain't no way anyone's gonna stop before the music does











Bobby was a genius, and he would prove it


His favorite move is to make you look stupid


He knows the answer, nobody puts their hands up


When he starts talking everybody (shut up)


Bobby didn't have friends, not real ones


Just a bunch of light minded self righteous pilgrims


And they all treated Bob like the big cheese


Knowing damn well they all thought he was a "bitch please"


Blows his own horn, slaps his own bass


While everyone waits for him to fall on his face


And while he's down, someone will take his place


If the suit isn't trump even seven beats an ace


Look at Bobby, he doesn't even know


You're supposed to set a new one after you achieve a goal


Accomplishments are just excuses to talk and spit


When you music stops, who will have a spot to sit?











Bring me the head of whoever said "play fair"


I want to sit in my chair and wear a blank stare


Fuck being king of the hill


When the music dies you'll be the first one the villagers kill


Walk in circles, dizzy up the movement


Talk in circles, the underground's polluted


Lots of circles, you wonderin' where you fit


Stop the cirlces!





(Over beat boxing)


Oh Oh Oh yea, Oh Oh Oh yea


Well you don't have a choice


Oh Oh Oh yea


Stand up alive


Oh Oh Oh yea


Well you don't have a choice


Stand up...



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