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I watch you be consumed by your own weakness
It's a sickness and I've been a witness
No pride no respect the image you project
It's a sickness and I've been a witness

The sickness inside of you
It eats you deletes you
The haze that you live in

Circling a face a favorite fanzine talking shit as I load the magazines.
.30-.30 is oiled and ready blunted so you know the nervers are steady.
Got a backstage pass all access packin' a gat where it's strapped you can't guess.
Slippin' a mickey to the crew and security aiming the red dot at the targets nine spot.

I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain't fair!
I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The situation ain't fair, I got you in my cross hairs!

I remember the motto corporate rock sucks,
now I look at Green Day it must be payday.
Ditto, ditto, could you please play a tune a little
alternative nation talent must be on vacation.
You say the underground is metal music now come take
some lessons
learn how to throw down.
You little Weezer, you became a Breeder Filter

I am the rock star, I am the icon, long-haired, tattoo, freak of the weak.
I am the rock star, I am the icon, long-haired, tattoo, freak of the weak.
Tell me what I am supposed to do?
Keep believing while you're underachieving!
Busting my cookies, treating me like a rookie
I'll be damned if I don't take a stand.

You can't hear what I hear,

All in the name of war!

We crave it, we need it
We watch it on our TV sets
We wage it, we breed it
Then spilling blood with no regrets
Senorita glad to meet ya'
We kill your people as we greet ya'

Nothing can compare to the feeling
I get when I'm up on stage
I feel right at home
Like I'm lounging on my sofa man
And every single fan is my best of friends
I swear I can float and fly
And touch the sky
My spirit soars so damn high

I'm an American related to all colors of brethren
Priests and Pastors and Prophets and Reverends
Divided we fall united we stand together man
In this cultural melting pot there's nothing better than
This land of the free and the home of the brave
Populated by ancestors of immigrants and slaves who met early graves
So we could see brighter days and we could proudly
Praise and raise the stars and stripes as Americans

Don't step into my cipher unless you can decipher
Who's the hyper Buddha session budpiper.
Talking out the side of your neck
Bleed me kill my dreams
As I turn the dial in self-denial
Will they check out the fake smile
Program direct scan A to Z
Same ole yeah!

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Ward / Nelson / Aborn]

You took a hostage with a loaded gun
And this has gone on for too long son
You're not an artist you're just a clown
You're the circus when you're in town
You've caused a state of confusion
Dumbed down the public and created an illusion

Youth never learns the truth about life.
All they see is money, 'hos, a lot of hype.
I can tell you things that are wrong and some are right,
but I have a view of a different type.

I seen him come up on the block slang the rocks for the cops,
and my mother's overworked and my pop's gone berserk.
She puts on teeny weeny skirts for the money, that ain't funny.

I speak peace when peace is spoken, But I speak war when your hate is provoking, The season is open 24-7-365, Man up yo time to ride, No need to hide behind slogans of deceit, Claiming that you're a religion of peace, We just don't believe you, We can clearly see through, The madness that you're feeding your people, Jihad the cry of your unholy war, Using the willing, the weak and poor, From birth drowning in propaganda, rhetoric and slander, All we can say is damn ya
My forefathers fought and died for this here
I'm stronger than your war of fear
Are we clear?
If you step in my hood
It's understood
It's open season
I don't need a faith that's blind, Where death and hate bring me peace of mind, With views that are stuck deep in the seventh century, So much sand in your eyes to blind to see, The venom that you leaders preach, Is the path to your own destruction, Your own demise, You might say that I don't understand but your disgust for me is what I realize, Surprise!

Attitude adjustments
Everything's clear
Bringing in a new life
So I have plenty of fears
Feelin' all good about my groove right now
Positive energies all around, wow!
People use the debt, try to sale
We survive like a Rocky bout

(spoken clips)
Why don't we look at life
As being this mixed up puzzle box
You have all these clues
And you put these pieces together here and there And they add up To something grand
I say that we've destroyed our planet
That we've already reached that breaking point And we're dying
We're on a dying planet We're at the end

I ain't trying to feel no Yoko Ono, Remember how you met me geeked at my show yo, Front row flashy Sexy sassy Nasty classy Backstage pass me, Stopped and asked me, Yo what's up, Wanna cut, That's what's up, Body bumping bangin' blazin', Hair did nails did, looking amazing, Back to the hotel for a fling, Turned into a weekly thing, Now your my girl and wear my ring, Your my queen and I'm your King, Then you started acting strange, Trying to change and rearrange, Trippin' when I did my shows, Just another Yoko, No!

When I was younger, Somebody told me the story, Of a man who left the world's greatest band for his girlie, It happens everyday and not to just musicians, It gets doctors and lawyers, athletes and magicians, Some will make the same mistake, And most of you will never learn, Maybe even watch everything you love burn, So learn from John Lennon, And don't be such a wussy, And give it all away For that Yoko Ono pussy

You're my Yoko Ono
My Cher to Sonny Bono

(Mike Martin guitar solo)