Alabama 3 Album

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
All the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.

But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.

But you're one in a million
You've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning everything you had was
gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
like a voice telling you there was something you should
know. Last night you were flying but today you're so low
- ain't it times like these that make you wonder if
you'll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to
the others; wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and
brothers. Don't you wish you didn't function, wish you
didn't think beyond the next paycheck and the next little
drink' Well you do so make up your mind to go on, 'cos
when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
Mama said you'd be the Chosen One.

When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
You got yourself a gun.

I'm in a lonely room
Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues
Winter's walking up the avenue
And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June
But I tell you this

Chorus:
Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

I'm in a crowded place
But I can't recognize a single face
They say the thrill is in the chase
Well I ain't got the legs, ain't got the legs
To run that race

But I tell you this

Chorus:
Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better
Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith
Just because I burned my bible baby
It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray

They say I made my money messing up young minds
I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain
Yea left them with their pain
Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain
Yea left them with their pain
Exit your boy with his ill-got pain
Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains

Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold
As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone
The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home
Better burn a candle light

Rap

Ease The Pain

Repeat Chorus

The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home

Ease the pain

Gotta find some faith

Repeat chorus

Better burn the candle bright

Rap

Ease The Pain

livin' in the city
nobody said it would be easy
seven million lonely souls

it's a sweet shame it's a pity
when you realize those city lights ain't pretty
the streets ain't paved with gold

you want to be somebody
I want to be somebody
let's, let's knock the door they gotta let us in, yeah

I got my fingers on the handle
got another angle
get your aces up your sleeve
lets go gamblin'

every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
let's put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

when the frunt-runners lose their riders
on the ten to one outsiders
hold the, the future in their hands

let's fool the broken face pretenders and
the casino cool contenders
grab the chips and put the booty in the bag

when every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like its year zero

you want to be somebody
I want to be somebody
lets knock the door they gotta let is in, in, in
they gotta let us in
wha!!

well, every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
lets put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

every winner is a villian
every loser is a hero
lets put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
and dance like it's year zero

f, f, fuck your mind

he a'hit the dance around about midnight
gin and juice and he's a'feelin fine
a'come the morning all the sounds went up
police man said the joint was shut
all the brothers gettin busted outside
undercover officers readin' them their rights
one way ticket boy you prison bound
the night the lights in dallas went down, so

how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
no we ain't gettin' shit
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin a bus that's bound for the welfare line
no we ain't gettin' shit
I want to know right now

she shakes the blues off then she tries her luck
makes a little bet and hopes her horse comes up
pickin' pockets for some easy money
cause she blew the goddamn lot on the national lottery
steals a paper sh'check the front page
headlines made that the dancehall can't be saved
how can they open up an opera house
on the night the lights in dallas went down, yeah

so how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill?
no we ain't gettin' shit
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin a bus that's bound for the welfare line
no we aint gettin' shit
I want to know right now, tell me now

tweek freak Tony on the four two eight
special branch sting right time wrong place
columbian connections in the corridors of power
mean the man on the money ain't never goin down
Lord Lucky takes his lady to the magic flute
little taste or two now he's bullet proof
Tony tunes the underground radio
on the night the lights in dallas went down, so

how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
no we ain't gettin' shit
I want to know right now
I want to know right now
how long we gotta waste our time
boardin' a bus that's bound for the welfare line
no we aint gettin' shit
I want to know right now, yeah see now

yeah, so how long we gotta wait until
we get the keys to the mansion on the hill
no we ain't gettin' shit
I wanna know right now
how long we gonna waste our time
boardin a bus that's bound for the welfare line
no we ain't gettin' shit
I wanna know right now

everybody gotta run sometime, now

I come home late, I come home early
come home big when I'm feelin small
come home straight or come home fucked up
sometimes I don't come home at all

what in the world has come over me?
what in heaven's name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there runnin' just to be on the run

you've got a heart that burns and a fever
you've got a worried and a jealous mind
so how can a love that lasts forever
leave me so damn far behind?

tell me now,
what in the world has come over me?
what in heaven's name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there runnin' just to be on the run

it's a'mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
crossed that evil line today
I can't think about tomorrow
you see, I ain't got one word to say

so tell me now,
what in the world has come over me?
what in heaven's name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there runnin' just to be on the run

just to be on the run
just to be on the run
Lord above, I'm
out there runnin' just to be on the run

sweet goddamn pretty motha'fuckin' country acid house music all night long
Hank Williams on the jukebox Jack Daniels in your hand you ain't never goin' home

'cause D. Wayne Love he owns your soul and the barber owns your coat
your lady owns your key and the only goddamn thing you own is a guilty concience

don't give a fuck if the lights are low
and the ladies are leading you on

and the whiskey flows like the crystal streams they say flow in heaven
and the choir sings as you sink deeper down
deep, deep, deeper down
into the comfort of your own narcolepsy
narcolepsy
narcolepsy
narcolepsy

last train to mashville, girl
you got on board
packed up your medicines, left without a word
now you're strung out in suburbia waitin for that call
you just chill out by yourself behind your front door

you lost the plot again
where you are now aint clear
it's a misty morning memory
the road and took you here
your special k keeps the chills away
with your needle and your spoon
starin' at the walls sharin your score with no one

and u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
I don't see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor
it's been awhile since I saw your ultraviolet smile
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

bein' a loverman and a dj
lots of girls come down the front when I'm on the one's and two's
there was this one particular girl though
she was so beautiful she used to knock my eyes out every damn time
one night, she took this funny little heart shaped pill and just died right there in front of me
now she don't dans 2 tekno anymore

u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
u don't dans 2 tekno
so sad since you let it go
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

yeah I'll tell you now
your 808 and the 303 ain't the friends that they used to be
you got no time for sweet 909
you said goodbye to Chicago
and Detroit said you Lord, you let her go
and there ain't no guest list at the border line

all the people sing
and u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
I don't see you under the strobelight on the dancefloor
it's been awhile since I saw your ultraviolet smile
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

no, u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
lord above
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
u don't dans 2 tekno
so sad since you let it go
and u dont dans 2 tekno anymore

u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
hip hop or electro
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore
u don't dans 2 tekno anymore

lively, lively, lively, lively, lively
let this world survive, survive me
been there for long time
ya, I'm headin back
love my life thats why I'm livin like that
know how to move
know when to stay
know how to get shit out of my way
what is my message?
well that will be law
comin to you from above
world

I got fifteen felonies
I got twenty three misdemeanors
I got APB's from Anchorage all the way down to cleveland
a million dollar reward
they want me alive or dead
they gonna put three in my body
gonna put three in my head

up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof yeah
up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof, yeah

put the searchlights on me
a hundred hound dogs on my trail
and I'll skip the state like Jesse James
Tennessee law man on my tail
the helicopters circle
like vultures in the midday sun
I swear to God
I got the motherfuckin' government in the sights
oh my God well, go

up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof yeah
up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof

grease me, prime me, release me, survive me
step back look at this light before it blinds me
been there a long time won't go back
love my life guess I'm livin like that, who
I take a vibe and I will take it much stronger
got my life to live and I won't be here much longer
no 'morrow
know the way that I walk is the way that I talk
is the truth, I'm bullet proof

I got fifteen felonies
I got twenty three misdemeanors
I got APB's from Anchorage all the way down to cleveland
they got me
up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof yeah
up against the wall
snipers on the roof
thought I was a gonner baby
I'm bullet proof, yeah

they got me up against the wall, yeah
up against the wall
up against the wall
you mutha fucka get
up against the wall

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Another psychopath in Iowa, loadin' up another round,
while the NRA in Columbine hunt Marilyn Manson down,
powder in the Pentagon, cruel letters in the mail,
some KKK white supremicist, cookin' up a dose of race hate

(CHORUS)
I don't need no country, i don't fly no flag
I cut no slack for the Union Jack, stars and stripes have got me jet-lagged (x2)

ahhhhh no flag
no flag, no flag

A baby in Afgahnistan, cryin for his mama now,
While the BNP scare refugees in the alleyway's of oldham town,
hypocrites in Downing Street pourin' petrol on the flame,
Satpal cries, asks Paddy, why do we always get the blame?

(CHORUS)

I don't need no country, i don't fly no flag
I cut no slack for the Union Jack, stars and stripes have got me jet-lagged (x2)
ahhhhh no flag
no flag, no flag

I'll sing a song for the asylum seeker,
for the frightened baby on some foreign beach,
I'll bang a gong, and pray they reach a safe harbour.
Some mother in Jakarta, she lays down her weary head,
in some free-trade zone compound, where they work you till you're dead,
hunger stalks the factory floor, famine and disease...
seen the multi-nationals walkin' hand in hand,
Noam Chomsky's enemies,
i'll tell ya now....
(CHORUS)
I don't need no country, i don't fly no flag
I cut no slack for the union jack, stars and stripes have got me jet-lagged (x4)
ahhhhh no flag
no flag, no flag
I don't need no country, I don't fly no flag

for whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in
to know it's insanity
really know it
whatever your particular anesthetic is
that you hold on to so desperately
the thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are
whatever that thing is you allow to keep you sane
your ace in the hole
the psyche that keeps you from trying
to guess at what your pimp has in store for you
whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment
in absolute and sheer horror
whatever you fuck your brain with
whatever that is
what ever that is
is a lie
is a lie

she spends too much time with herself every night
just foolin' around with her fears
in the morning she mourns the decline of her mind
drownin' in a bottle of beer
it's to dangerous just to think about what she might have been
if she'd-a sung for salvation
if she'd-a danced on her dreams

but there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
'cause tonight she's gonna blow it all away
Lord she feels so twisted
she ain't ever gonna fix it
she's just waiting for the light
to shine on a brand new day

and he don't know if he's a communist
a hedonist or a whore
spent too much time riding on a white line
to find the door
if he did and he opened it
he'd find those letters in the hall
but he's too blind to read between the lines
'cause the writing's on the wall

there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
'cause tonight he's gonna blow it all away
Lord he feels so twisted
he ain't ever gonna fix it
he's just waiting for the light
to shine on a brand new day

let that light shine on

grand ol'opry lights are on
hank williams on the jukebox
we know we're comin' home tonight

I'll tell you though
I got extacy
but I need some company
you got that mystery
Lord I need a plan
all I got is this compromise
and a bag full of alibi's
Lord as empty as the bottle of whiskey in my shaking hand

there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
'cause tonight we're gonna blow it all away
Lord we feel so twisted
we ain't ever gonna fix it
we're just waiting on the light
to shine on a brand new day

one more time for the people

there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow
'cause tonight we gonna blow it all away
you know it feels so fucking twisted
we ain't ever gonna fix it
we're just waiting for the light
to shine on a brand new day

we're just waiting for the light
to shine on a brand new day

waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day

now's the time for you to get right and repent