Fun Police |
I wrote this, cause I noticed,
that you was, slip slip-pin' away
We're with the fun Po-Poe
We're here to letcha know
That the pool table's closed
And Everybody knows
We're with the Fun Police
We're here to steal your high
We're with the Fun Police
Your fun is gonna die
( My billions gone, my, my, my billions gone, my billions gone. )
Your fun is gonna die.
It's so easy
So come get a little dizzy with me,
And when the champagne fizzles,
I know it's gonna treat cha alright.
( That's right... )
For awhile only,
You know it's gonna get me, get me, One day or another.
This I know is clear,
One day or another.
I got the, got the chrome lights, baby,
On top my mini van,
I saw ya check it out, damn,
Just a little decked out, and,
Trippy... Kinda crazy? Maybe. Maybe.
But cha wont see me crying, crying.
They come in the middle of the night.
They're gonna murder tonight.
Feelin nervous is alright.
It's a lock, stock, ca-cock, and two smokin bullets,
A montage of unholy context,
You've gotta, work to live, and live to die,
When it feels the worlds giving you the evil eye.
I'm crawling down the streets of hell,
Only left to sell myself,
Like gold, like gold, like gold [echo out]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Your fun is gonna die.
Your fun is gonna die.
that you was, slip slip-pin' away
We're with the fun Po-Poe
We're here to letcha know
That the pool table's closed
And Everybody knows
We're with the Fun Police
We're here to steal your high
We're with the Fun Police
Your fun is gonna die
( My billions gone, my, my, my billions gone, my billions gone. )
Your fun is gonna die.
It's so easy
So come get a little dizzy with me,
And when the champagne fizzles,
I know it's gonna treat cha alright.
( That's right... )
For awhile only,
You know it's gonna get me, get me, One day or another.
This I know is clear,
One day or another.
I got the, got the chrome lights, baby,
On top my mini van,
I saw ya check it out, damn,
Just a little decked out, and,
Trippy... Kinda crazy? Maybe. Maybe.
But cha wont see me crying, crying.
They come in the middle of the night.
They're gonna murder tonight.
Feelin nervous is alright.
It's a lock, stock, ca-cock, and two smokin bullets,
A montage of unholy context,
You've gotta, work to live, and live to die,
When it feels the worlds giving you the evil eye.
I'm crawling down the streets of hell,
Only left to sell myself,
Like gold, like gold, like gold [echo out]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Your fun is gonna die.
Your fun is gonna die.
Amazing...I can honestly say I've never heard anything even remotely similar to this (which to me is a good thing, as it speaks to its originality). Complex, interwoven rhythms, amazing amounts of "space", unorthodox vocal delivery. Lyric content amounts to "stream of consciousness". So new to these ears, that I have to hear it a few times to gather it all in. Impressive.
trippy
reminds me of Skinny Puppy (like the Last Rights album) / Teargarden / Legendary Pink Dots (like 9 Lives to Wonder album) really... except with great use of blues/rock guitar style
very trippy...
great use of keywords
very good, all these fragments of soundstyles each with their own signature... awesome job...
*applauds*
*downloads*
reminds me of Skinny Puppy (like the Last Rights album) / Teargarden / Legendary Pink Dots (like 9 Lives to Wonder album) really... except with great use of blues/rock guitar style
very trippy...
great use of keywords
very good, all these fragments of soundstyles each with their own signature... awesome job...
*applauds*
*downloads*
Hmm yes still a great tune but this is not why I'm writing here now. There's been a bit of talk in the announcement section of the forum, requiring your attention. Please go there ASAP, it's rather important. And cheers, hope you are well.
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