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Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer
Brain burn smoulder
Soft head hard shoulder

I've eaten dirt from the shakin' shiver boys
I hid the hurts and my yellow liver voice
The night stick beats the prayer and the poise
My skin flicks at the sound of my voice
Another pound "put it on the yoke"
While a miscarriage of justice is lost on the ropes

Bodyhammer I'm lost on the ropes
Bodyhammer I'm lost on the ropes
Bodyhammer I'm lost on the ropes

This is the eve of agony and ecstasy
This is the seed of terror times and tyranny my odyssey
I can do anything
This is the down of lunacy our legacy
This is the root of vacancy and bigotry

Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer

I can do anything
I can see everything
I can do anything
I can see everything

Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer

Give me the skin
Give me the trouble
Give me the skull
Give me the bottle
I can do anything
I can see everything
I can feel anything
See there before the strutting state again revealed
The oldest hate justifies and sanctifies its single aim to kill and maim
This is the eve of agony and ecstasy
This is the seed of terror times and tyranny my odyssey
This is the down of lunacy our legacy
This is the root of vacancy and bigotry

Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer
Bodyhammer
I can't think I can't feel
I can't see what the fuck is real
There's something burning in my skull
There's something burning on my skin
There's something burning in my skull
There's something burning on my skin
This is the prime of punishment
This is the time of pestilence
This is the ink inside my head
The crumb of crime from which I'm fed
There's something burning in my skull
There's something burning on my skin
This is the prime of punishment
This is the time of pestilence
This is the ink inside my head
The crumb of crime from which I'm fed
There's something burning in my skull
There's something burning on my skin
There's something burning in my skull
There's something burning on my skin

Dirty Harry by Gorillaz

 

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance

In my backpack
I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And your resolve weaken
With anger and discontent
Some are seeking and searching like Nimoy

I'm a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
Impulsive don't ask why or wonder
Orders given to me is:
strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure

Seems like everybody's out to test ya
'til they see your break
You can't conceal the hate
That consumes you
I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu

Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days visit
And I'm filled with guilt
From things that I've seen
Your water's from a bottle
mine's from a canteen

At night I hear the shots
Ring so I'm a light sleeper
The cost of life,
it seems to get cheaper
out in the desert
with my street sweeper
The war is over
So said the speaker with the flight suit on
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance

(Dance!)
(Dance!)
(Dance!)

I need a gun to keep myself from harm