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In health and in sicknessAs God is my witnessI do, I do, I doRemember you told meYou're my one and onlyI don't wanna be hereI think I should leave hereI do, I do, I doI do, I do, I doI do, I do, I do

Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and menAnd about the believers and how the whole thing beganFirst there were women and children obeying the moonThen daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soonYou can try to remind me instead of the other you canYou can help to insure that we all insecure our commandIf you don't give a listen, I won't try to tell your new handThis is it, can't you see that we all have our ends in the band?

Well, I'll tell you a storyOf whiskey and mystics and menAnd about the believers andHow the whole thing beganFirst there were women andChildren obeying the moonThen daylight brought wisdomAnd fever and sickness too soonYou can try to remind meInstead of the other, you canYou can help to insureThat we all insecure our commandIf you don't give a listenI won't try to tell your new handThis is it; can't you seeThat we all have our ends in the bandAnd if all of the teachers andPreachers of wealth were arraignedWe could see quite a futureFor me in the literal sandsAnd if all the peopleCould claim to inspect such regretsWell, we'd have no forgivenessForgetfulness, faithful remorseSo I tell you, I tell youI tell you we must send awayWe must try to find aNew answer instead of a way

Hermit crabs and cowry shellsCrush beneath his feet as he comes towards youHe's waving at youLift him up to see what you can seeHe begins his focusingHe's aiming at youAnd now he has cutaways from memoriesAnd close-ups of anything thatHe has seen or even dreamedAnd now he's finished focusingHe's imagining lightningStriking sea sicknessAway from hereLook who's laughing now that you've wastedHow many years and you've barely even tastedAnything remotely close toEverything you've boasted aboutLook who's crying nowDriftwood floats, after years of erosionIncoming tide touches roots to expose themQuicksand steals my shoesClouds bring the f-stop bluesLook who's laughing now that you've wastedHow many years and you've barely even tastedAnything remotely close toEverything you've boasted aboutLook who's crying now

Hermit crabs and cowry shells Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you He's waving at you Lift him up to see what you can see He begins his focusing He's aiming at you And now he has cutaways from memories And close-ups of anything that He has seen or even dreamed And now he's finished focusing He's imagining lightning Striking sea sickness Away from here Look who's laughing now that you've wasted How many years and you've barely even tasted Anything remotely close to Everything you've boasted about Look who's crying now Driftwood floats, after years of erosion Incoming tide touches roots to expose themQuicksand steals my shoes Clouds bring the f-stop blues Look who's laughing now that you've wasted How many years and you've barely even tasted Anything remotely close to Everything you've boasted about Look who's crying now

Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and menAnd about the believers, and how the whole thing beganFirst there were women and children obeying the moonDa da da Then daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soonDa da da You can try to remind me instead of the other you can (da da da)You can help to insure that we all insecure our command (da da da)If you don't give a listen, I won't try to tell your new hand (da da da)This is it, can't you see that we all have our ends in the band?

The dancer slows her frantic paceIn pain and desperationHer aching limbs and downcast faceAglow with perspirationStiff as wire, her lungs on fireWith just the briefest pauseThe flooding through her memoryThe echoes of old applauseShe limps across the floorAnd closes her bedroom doorThe writer stares with glassy eyesDefies the empty pageHis beard is white, his face is linedAnd streaked with tears of rageThirty years ago, how the words would flowWith passion and precisionBut now his mind is dark and dulledBy sickness and indecisionAnd he stares out the kitchen doorWhere the sun will rise no moreSome are born to move the worldTo live their fantasiesBut most of us just dream aboutThe things we'd like to beSadder still to watch it dieThan never to have known itFor you, the blind who once could seeThe bell tolls for thee, bell tolls forFor you, the blind who once could seeBell tolls for thee, bell tolls for thee

The dancer slows her frantic paceIn pain and desperationHer aching limbs and downcast faceAglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fireWith just the briefest pause The flooding through her memoryThe echoes of old applauseShe limps across the floorAnd closes her bedroom doorThe writer stares with glassy eyesDefies the empty pageHis beard is white, his face is linedAnd streaked with tears of rageThirty years ago, how the words would flowWith passion and precisionBut now his mind is dark and dulledBy sickness and indecisionAnd he stares out the kitchen doorWhere the sun will rise no moreSome are born to move the worldTo live their fantasiesBut most of us just dream aboutThe things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it dieThan never to have known itFor you, the blind who once could seeThe bell tolls for thee, bell tolls for For you, the blind who once could seeBell tolls for thee, bell tolls for thee

We need a leaderWe can't seem to help ourselvesFighting and lyingWe can't seem to let it goWe live each dayOn a small piece of borrowed timeWhy aren't we tryingTo enjoy this crazy rideWhat are we gonna do about it ?God save us allGod save us allGod save us allIf we really tryMaybe we can make itWe need a teacherWe must learn to see the lightLet's get togetherThis world needs us to do rightThere's too much poverty, sicknessThere's pain and strifeWhy aren't we tryingTo improve this thing called lifeWhat are we gonna do about it ?

We need a leaderWe can't seem to help ourselvesFighting and lyingWe can't seem to let it goWe live each dayOn a small piece of borrowed timeWhy aren't we tryingTo enjoy this crazy rideWhat are we gonna do about it ?God save us allGod save us allGod save us allIf we really tryMaybe we can make itWe need a teacherWe must learn to see the lightLet's get togetherThis world needs us to do rightThere's too much poverty, sicknessThere's pain and strifeWhy aren't we tryingTo improve this thing called lifeWhat are we gonna do about it ?

I know the bug is going round, what can I do?It's about to pick on me, I've still got the other threeDo you think I caught smallpox I'd get flu?[Chorus]Do you think it's time that I made out my will?

I am starting to functionIn the usual wayEverything is so provocativeVery very, temporaryI shall walk (I shall walk)Out of this place (out of this place)I shall walkOut on you'Cause you go sillyIf she's willingTrying so hard to be like the big boysSo you take her to the picturesTrying to become a fixtureInch by inch trying to reach herAll the way through the second featureWorrying about your physical fitnessTell me how you got this sickness, oh ohhhhI was caught in the suctionBy a face like a truncheonI was down upon one kneeStroking her vanityI was stuck on a hammerheadI came alive and left for deadAs my face returned to redChoking on my pride and pityWe can talk (we can talk)Until your face is blue ('til your face is blue)We can talk but she'll get to youAfter you've been loved and hatedBy the ones you've watched and waitedFound that they were overratedShe'll be the one, when the party's overShe'll be the one, when the girls have gone homeShe'll be the one, that you'll wish you'd held ontoShe'll be the one, but it's too late for you toShe'll be the one, who knows all your historyShe'll be the one So you can cross her off your listAnd you try so hardAnd you try so hardAnd you try so hardTo be like the big boys, oh

I am starting to functionIn the usual wayEverything is so provocativeVery very, temporaryI shall walk (I shall walk)Out of this place (out of this place)I shall walkOut on you'Cause you go sillyIf she's willingTrying so hard to be like the big boysSo you take her to the picturesTrying to become a fixtureInch by inch trying to reach herAll the way through the second featureWorrying about your physical fitnessTell me how you got this sickness, oh ohhhh..I was caught in the suctionBy a face like a truncheonI was down upon one kneeStroking her vanityI was stuck on a hammerheadI came alive and left for deadAs my face returned to redChoking on my pride and pityWe can talk (we can talk)Until your face is blue ('til your face is blue)We can talk but she'll get to youAfter you've been loved and hatedBy the ones you've watched and waitedFound that they were overratedShe'll be the one - when the party's overShe'll be the one - when the girls have gone homeShe'll be the one - that you'll wish you'd held ontoShe'll be the one - but it's too late for you toShe'll be the one - who knows all your historyShe'll be the one -So you can cross her off your listAnd you try so hardAnd you try so hardAnd you try so hardTo be like the big boys, oh.

I am starting to functionIn the usual wayEverything is so provocativeVery very, temporaryI shall walk (I shall walk)Out of this place (out of this place)I shall walkOut on you'Cause you go sillyIf she's willingTrying so hard to be like the big boysSo you take her to the picturesTrying to become a fixtureInch by inch trying to reach herAll the way through the second featureWorrying about your physical fitnessTell me how you got this sickness, oh ohhhhI was caught in the suctionBy a face like a truncheonI was down upon one kneeStroking her vanityI was stuck on a hammerheadI came alive and left for deadAs my face returned to redChoking on my pride and pityWe can talk (we can talk)Until your face is blue ('til your face is blue)We can talk but she'll get to youAfter you've been loved and hatedBy the ones you've watched and waitedFound that they were overratedShe'll be the one, when the party's overShe'll be the one, when the girls have gone homeShe'll be the one, that you'll wish you'd held ontoShe'll be the one, but it's too late for you toShe'll be the one, who knows all your historyShe'll be the one So you can cross her off your listAnd you try so hardAnd you try so hardAnd you try so hardTo be like the big boys, oh

I know the bug is going round, what can I do? It's about to pick on me, I've still got the other three Do you think I caught smallpox I'd get flu? [Chorus] Do you think it's time that I made out my will?

Well I've got this crazy feelingIt's a sickness in my soulWell I can't play no 9 to 5 gamesHangin' loose is all I knowI get a buzz when I think about yaRiding high's where I belongGonna get my things togetherSo if you want come on alongIt's a good feelingIt's a rock and roll feelingIt's a good feelingIt's a rock and roll feelingYeah yeah yeahWell you know that I am comingAnd I'm already on my waySo baby don't you worry 'bout tomorrowYou know it seems like a month awayWell we got here just this morningAnd we're goin' at the light of dawnWell we've only got a short timeSo mama won't you keep things going strongIt's a good feelingIt's a rock and roll feelingIt's a good feelingIt's a rock and roll feelingYeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeahIt's a good feeling (good feeling)It's a rock and roll feelingIt's a good feeling (good feeling)It's a rock and roll feelingIt's a good feeling (good feeling)It's a rock and roll feelingIt's a good feeling (good feeling)It's a rock and roll feelingIt's a good feeling (it's a good good feeling)It's a rock and roll feelingIt's a good feeling....

Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one manHis enemies say he's on their landThey got him outnumbered about a million to oneHe got no place to escape to, no place to runHe's the neighborhood bully.

If a nigga kill a nigga he's another statisticIf his skin's a little different they gon' say it was self defenseNigga feelin' hopelessStarin' at the idiom box, riddle me thisIf a killer was a nigga would niggas still really careCause niggas worser than Zimmerman livin' life everywhereNiggas hopelessSmall niggas with big toolsCouldn't get to Harvard, hard work, he hard whippedCause them hardy hah's and hard nightsAre hard to live throughWhen you hopelessWhat we gotta do to be winnin'?

I am starting to functionIn the usual wayEverything is so provocativeVery very, temporaryI shall walk (I shall walk)Out of this place (out of this place)I shall walkOut on you'Cause you go sillyIf she's willingTrying so hard to be like the big boysSo you take her to the picturesTrying to become a fixtureInch by inch trying to reach herAll the way through the second featureWorrying about your physical fitnessTell me how you got this sickness, oh ohhhhI was caught in the suctionBy a face like a truncheonI was down upon one kneeStroking her vanityI was stuck on a hammerheadI came alive and left for deadAs my face returned to redChoking on my pride and pityWe can talk (we can talk)Until your face is blue ('til your face is blue)We can talk but she'll get to youAfter you've been loved and hatedBy the ones you've watched and waitedFound that they were overratedShe'll be the one, when the party's overShe'll be the one, when the girls have gone homeShe'll be the one, that you'll wish you'd held ontoShe'll be the one, but it's too late for you toShe'll be the one, who knows all your historyShe'll be the oneSo you can cross her off your listAnd you try so hardAnd you try so hardAnd you try so hardTo be like the big boys, oh

About EazyTell me how y'all felt, when you heard firstThat he had announced that he had AIDSAnd then i guessWhen I found he had itI was twisted i was tornUp for a couple minutesJust took me by surprise, becauseHe was just with us, you know?

Yeah[Hook]Take a lick of this Jelly sickle sicknessTo much will make you sick You acting like a trick bitchTake a lick of this Jelly sickle sicknessJelly sickle sickness You acting like a trick bitch[Verse 2: E-40]Quit bumping your gums spark your tongueKeep a real pimp game up out your mouthIf I get on your line and dump two on your spine like it a 80's droughtI'm about that Valley-JoPo Po be throwing tantrumsCause I live up on a hill with a view on a acre in a big white who white mansionI be all up in the dirtyWhere they cook them fried turkeysBe up in Houston with Mike Jones and Paul WallYou want that fast quotaI want that slow nickleEverything I got I worked for so quit hating on me niggaLook at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moonLook at these keys, look at my ride, I'ma tycoonFrom the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlersWhere a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of poppersEvery time I look aroundEvery time I look around somebody done bit my styleWanna smile in my face and take my place hateBut it ain't gone be no way no how WowI'm lit like a candle and they hatingCause I'm hot like a left sink handle[Hook 2X][Verse 3: Tech N9ne]Jelly sickleLook at how that jelly tricklesDown his elbowsAnd you can smell thosePlaya haters from Calabassas to MelroseDuring his jail pullsAnd knocked him out of his shell toesWhen I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sicklesHate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they rippleI get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degreeMost of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of meAt the BET awards chilling with the FederationNever forget the woman at the door givingAway the shoes didn't really want me to have 'emMan I had a ticket I had to grab 'emCome to find out I was in a rhyme bout a couple years agoHere's the blow cause I rake up doughShe was one of the women I left behind up at the wake up showCongratulate me cause I'm a go gettaFor sho hitta E-40 and Nina some flow spitter'sBut that don't mean you gotta hateJealousy's a sickness take another lick MitchYou acting like a trick bitch[Hook 2X ]

Who, who never showed you,About the easy way,Whose robes did they trade you,For such an easy lifeWho, who never showed you,About the easy way,Who, who never told you,About the perfect life,Guess it's some kind of,Some guarantee,You'll never see.

There ain't enough corn mash in this whole sorry townTo wash off or burn out the way it all went downBut that cork squeaks so loudWhen it's sneaking its way outThat I'm afraid to death she's going to hearNow the fire on my tongue is for those who die youngAnd the weariness of we who stay behindThere's poison sickness in my heartAnd I don't trust the ashes of my mindI've got too many sorrows and far too little timeTo sit and drown out these memories under Tennessee ryeThe salt on the rim has me thinking about himAnd my shaking hands can't hold back no more tearsNow the fire on my tongue is for those who die youngAnd the weariness of we who stay behindThere's poison sickness in my heartAnd I don't trust the ashes of my mindWhispering my shame to the bottom of my glassWon't get me through the dawnOr make the darkness passSo I'll hold out tonightAnd clench this bottle tightAnd drink about the light I saw in youNow the fire on my tongue is for those who die youngAnd the weariness of we who stay behindThere's poison sickness in my heartIt's tearing me apartAnd I don't trust the ashes of my mind

I admit that you almost had meI admit I was almost crazyHad me thinkin' 'bout callin' that bitch that nightAnd let her know where she can come and meet meBut it's cool, I'ma be a ladyShe think she cute, but she don't faze meAnd if you knew about all of this good love you'll be missin' out onYou wouldn't have played meCan't say I'm not hurtI'll be damned if I'm brokenWhat we had is now hersLet her know she can have it'Cause I can't stay hereIf there's no loveYeah, I can't stay hereBecause I've had enoughEnough of no loveEnough of no loveNo loveAnd I admit that I thought about creepingSo you could get a dose of how I feel'Cause our hearts can never seem to break evenBut what's the use, I'd rather pack it up and leave it'Cause here we are again, 'cause you're wrong againKeep tryna tell me that you love meBut your actions say another thingCan't say I'm not hurt (can't say)I'll be damned if I'm broken (broken)What we had is now hers (whoa)Let her know she can have it'Cause I can't stay hereIf there's no love (can you hear me, lady?)