• 标题:Bam
  • 歌手:Atmosphere
  • 专辑:You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having
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    BAM!! We land at your table like dinnertime
    Asinine amount of women in the ticketline
    Hit it from behind the picket sign
    Switch the design and reposition the shine
    Subdue what they knew thrown askew
    Cut through with the focus of a "fuck you"
    Frozen moments grown up made work
    Open up the doorway, sewn up, pay dirt
    Everybody wants to party
    full belly still suckin on the parsley
    Star sleeps between the hard sheets
    You only parked on the street to hear the cars beep
    Pan left, pan right, damn right the econoline
    Weaves through the landmines
    Continues until I leave mankind
    Can't find control of the wheels on the van like BAM!!
    We land on your plate like a housefly
    Just another face from the southside
    The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry
    While I try not to make this doll cry
    What you call "fly"? what you call "fresh"
    Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death
    I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath
    That was never impressed by what's possesed
    Girlfriend I need your help
    Cause the head on my shoulders won't fuck itself
    And homeboy, I need you as well, cause I gotta live
    And I got a little bridge to sell
    Gonna build a home out of syllables
    Gonna be alone when the whistle blows
    Cut the embyllical on the cymbols
    The break'll shake your silicone when you feel it go BAM!!
    (and when they started to scream, I thought
    of Mike G singin "Everything good aint as good as it seems"
    get ripped like flash) BAM!!
    WE land on tour tongue like words
    Didn't understand they were sung by birds
    The sunlight burnt to disturb the earth
    When the gun-fight burst occured BAM
    WE land in your gut like hungar
    Sunk your ship while you slept in the bunker
    The thunder don't stop the slumber, plug in the sub
    Turn it up, let the drummer go BAM
    We land on your head like rain drops
    With a chainsaw laced in napalm
    Weight loss, pill pop, chaos