[00:00.000] 作词 : El-P
[00:00.996] 作曲 : El-P
[00:01.993][Intro]
[00:31.604]One two
[00:36.195]Check, check
[00:43.858][Verse 1]
[00:49.547]You're behind the walls of new Rome, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself)
[00:53.211]But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take)
[00:54.806]Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach?
[00:58.696]Blood beach
[01:00.085]Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly
[01:03.108]Monks hung halo teach
[01:06.024]Hung by the math where the cable reach
[01:07.814]A hundred and sixty-six channels lit
[01:09.253]The train that animal shit
[01:11.151]Where the mind's eye redefines
[01:12.857]Where's God?
[01:13.845]Buy car, Kick tires
[01:15.581]Back in Eighty-Six I lived
[01:17.541]For the four-course artistry
[01:19.525]Metal worms took turns showin' off colors and shit
[01:21.427]Like I invaded a mating dance ritual
[01:24.008]Criminal now
[01:25.669]Why the things we find beautiful undermine power?
[01:28.300]El Product flash vet text
[01:29.726]Mother****ers is like "Al, why haven't we leapt yet?"
[01:32.722]Dithering sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth
[01:35.058]Then vanish like "poof"
[01:36.733]You can't touch the Krush Groove
[01:37.799]I live on the lunch table
[01:39.094]Touched fables
[01:40.407]Ducked labels
[01:41.455]Cafeter one heat 'em live for the terrordome stables
[01:44.641]Sign to Rawkus?
[01:46.175]I'd rather be mouth ****ed by Nazis unconscious
[01:48.237]Callin' all bomb threats
[01:50.911]The Radio re-activator, caress
[01:52.583]Under hellafied missle defense
[01:54.378]Fenced in, better blame it on fame's shitty grin
[01:56.695]Walk with a bag full of kittens
[01:58.451]Take me to the river and throw yourself in
[02:00.852]In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak
[02:03.855][Vserse 2]
[02:05.498]Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist
[02:07.619]Soaked in newspeak?
[02:09.486]Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl
[02:11.318]Splashed on loose leaf
[02:12.621]We can embrace on the business end of my face first
[02:14.936]Joe vs. the Volcano suicide leap
[02:17.544]Dance with the vinyl monster
[02:20.228]Devil in a blue sky flyin' with clean conscience
[02:21.906]Save the gesture
[02:23.354]You can't save the children, we weren't worth the effort
[02:25.569]I'm a Caveman
[02:27.123]Your modern ways frighten and confuse me
[02:28.959]I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think
[02:31.515]Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)
[02:33.927]But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression
[02:37.036]Combined with 8-step perfected
[02:39.967]Dirty words paralyze crumbs and infect shit
[02:42.191]Infectious
[02:43.988]Insofar as the ineffectual beg for the lectures
[02:45.590]Development arrested
[02:47.071]Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest
[02:49.697]Looking for the nexus
[02:51.287]If it's wild like that child fire 'em
[02:53.571]Infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant
[02:55.598]New World lullaby, Sirens
[02:57.183]Stuck migrants, lust and blind violence
[02:59.150]It's all bad timing
[03:00.950]Getting murked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island
[03:03.376]You think that's spacey?
[03:05.005]Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling
[03:06.581][Hook]
[03:07.551]Existence on the fringes and such
[03:09.033]My generation just sit like ducks
[03:10.909]See the rubble glisten that what I trust
[03:12.603]Tell the historians I'm right here holding my nuts
[03:15.919]Right here holdin' my nuts
[03:17.979]Right here holdin' my nuts
[03:19.854]Right here holdin' my nuts
[03:23.703]Existence on the fringes and such
[03:25.282]My generation make friends with slugs
[03:27.751]Thank God for the drugs and drums
[03:29.421]Tell history that I'll be right here hiding from guns
[03:32.428]Right here hidin' from guns
[03:34.338]Right here hidin' from guns
[03:38.680]For the love of God, run

作词 : El-P
作曲 : El-P
One two
Check, check
You're behind the walls of new Rome, you wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself)
But the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take)
Who owns Police? Who holds fold green, sold sand to beach?
Blood beach
Dance with the land sharks clutchin' heat, ugly
Monks hung halo teach
Hung by the math where the cable reach
A hundred and sixty-six channels lit
The train that animal shit
Where the mind's eye redefines
Where's God?
Buy car, Kick tires
Back in Eighty-Six I lived
For the four-course artistry
Metal worms took turns showin' off colors and shit
Like I invaded a mating dance ritual
Criminal now
Why the things we find beautiful undermine power?
El Product flash vet text
Mother****ers is like "Al, why haven't we leapt yet?"
Dithering sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth
Then vanish like "poof"
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live on the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
Cafeter one heat 'em live for the terrordome stables
Sign to Rawkus?
I'd rather be mouth ****ed by Nazis unconscious
Callin' all bomb threats
The Radio re-activator, caress
Under hellafied missle defense
Fenced in, better blame it on fame's shitty grin
Walk with a bag full of kittens
Take me to the river and throw yourself in
In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak
Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist
Soaked in newspeak?
Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl
Splashed on loose leaf
We can embrace on the business end of my face first
Joe vs. the Volcano suicide leap
Dance with the vinyl monster
Devil in a blue sky flyin' with clean conscience
Save the gesture
You can't save the children, we weren't worth the effort
I'm a Caveman
Your modern ways frighten and confuse me
I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think
Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman)
But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression
Combined with 8-step perfected
Dirty words paralyze crumbs and infect shit
Infectious
Insofar as the ineffectual beg for the lectures
Development arrested
Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest
Looking for the nexus
If it's wild like that child fire 'em
Infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant
New World lullaby, Sirens
Stuck migrants, lust and blind violence
It's all bad timing
Getting murked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island
You think that's spacey?
Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling
Existence on the fringes and such
My generation just sit like ducks
See the rubble glisten that what I trust
Tell the historians I'm right here holding my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Right here holdin' my nuts
Existence on the fringes and such
My generation make friends with slugs
Thank God for the drugs and drums
Tell history that I'll be right here hiding from guns
Right here hidin' from guns
Right here hidin' from guns
For the love of God, run