WDTWXXIII

Don't Look So Shook

All The World's A Stage

What Do They Want

Necklace On A Hog

Ricky

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Lyrics:
I ain’t ever been proud.
I ain’t ever been ashamed.
The stories were meant for my walls till’ they became.
A home I could always live in.
I wouldn’t dare to begin.
To invite you when it still grows.
Don’t you know.

This is the last time I swear it.
Playing on this corner, Running through the halls.

I won’t take this any more high
Than the height that allows us to find.
The steps to move us forward.
In my best words.
You showed me all of your love.
In a way that only you could.
So I painted the walls in my favorite colors so you’d know.

This is the last time I swear it.
Playing on this corner, Running through the halls.
That we called home.
This is the last time I swear it.
On the same old corner, Running through the halls, Honestly I can’t let go.

I cant let go
I cant let go.
I cant let.

This is last time.
This is last.
I never wanted more.
Remember what it’s for.

This is the last time I swear it.
Playing on this corner, Running through the halls.
That we called home.
This is the last time I swear it
On the same old corner, running through the halls honestly I can’t let go.

This is the last time I swear it.
Playing on this corner, Running through the halls.

This is the last time.
This is the last time.
This is the last time.

Last Time

Put your hands where my eyes can see them

Down my tunnel
These lovers last like lightning 
You keep your vows next to your skull and Bones
Master's hungry. And he wants his pastor.
Before you drink the blood of children, you better heal them.

You're a hostage. You're the lamb of law.
Sign on the dotted line for all you've got.
Drown your lover, these slaves are undercover 
If you want my matrimony, you gotta show me.

Dirty Legs

Slavery Wedding

I know the money's information
So sick when it's burning in you
Romanced, you just hang by your erections
Slow vexed for the lover in you
The proofs in a holier abortion
Oh boy they never want to say it..

You're gonna be the death of me

Trophies for your troubled indignation 
Shining from the top of your stool
Don't say it cause they'll hang you for attention
There's enough rope for everyone too
Who says that the rich can afford it
Oh boy they never want to say it..

Living in the streets the beats the bitches
the niggas the women the children are they workers to whores?

Addicts, dealers, liars, The quiet the livest, the realest the children at home...at home breeding children of war.
At home, we never want to say it.

We never want to say it. 

Death Of Me

Everytime you punish me.
Lookin' out the corner of my eye, my eye
And everything's exactly.

We stand, We stand, We stand far apart.

We move aside, just move aside. We've moved aside, We move.

We stand, We stand, We stand far apart.
We stand, We stand, We stand far apart.

We Stand Apart

I am the global capital dream
With deeper pockets than the nazi regime
Got future written, all over my future

I am the queen of shopping for things
That no decent human being should ever need
With future written all over my future

This is not your decision is it?
All you ever sell, is this.

I am the cream the perfume.
I am the brightest ring in the room.
With future written all over my future

I am pleasure, pleasure me now
Waiting for your fucking miracles now.

You've Got Future Written All over Your Future

"Karma Police"

Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

Karma police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

Written by Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, Ed O'Brien, Colin Greenwood and Phil Selway.

American Fangs - Karma Police (Demo)

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Lyrics:
I'm on that other baby girl know where I can get more? 
Crash ready to burn so you know what it do.
And she's a dime, just watchin for her man in the back.

Everybody knows where you keepin it at.

Lookin' for strange ya know the talent is hot.
Poppin' on the corner gotta pound for the block.
I gives a fuck, about, your honeys and cash.

Because Everybody knows where you keepin at.

You keep walkin.
Keep on walkin by my friends. 
All this time walking by.
All this time my friends.

100 grand that his mattress can hold. 
Walkin' round the town with a red carpet on.
Sayin' that time equals money 
Matter fact. 

Everybody knows where you keepin it at.

It is what is ain't said I'd pay for shit.
Ya boys gotta problem man they know where I'm is.
I ain't got time, ya feel me? You know it's like that.

Everybody knows where you keepin it at. 

You keep walkin.
Keep on walkin by my friends. 
All this time walking by.
All this time my friends.

We know.

You keep walkin.
Keep on walkin by my friends. 
All this time walking by.
All this time my friends.

We know.

Le Kick

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Lyrics:
I gotta war in my soul, is it mine?
I've been looking for Jesus with the devil by my side
Saying who in the hell, wants to be free, working live, living to dream

One of these days. One of these days.
I'm gonna rip myself to pieces over you.
Don't understand? Then holla at your man.
Let yourself go, Gimmie Gimmie.

I gotta ghost. In my heart. Is it mine?
It ain't always there when I call but it's always on time.
Saying who in the hell, wants to be free? Are you working to live?
Are you living your dream?

One of these days. One of these days.
I'm gonna rip myself to pieces over you.
Don't understand? Then holla at your man.
Let yourself go, Gimmie Gimmie.

I dig myself a new hole.
Or find myself some new skin.
I know your body's empty.
So I will fill myself in.

One of these days. One of these days.
I'm gonna rip myself to pieces over you.
Don't understand? Then holla at your man.
Let yourself go, Gimmie Gimmie.

Gimme Gimme

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Lyrics:
I ain't cha long time, I've been patient, she keeps saying that we ain't ready to go.
Ain't holding hands, watching for the traffic traffic we ain't ready to go.

I said won't you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute, I hurry up to wait for you.
I said won't you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute, I hurry up to wait for you.

Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Shake it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Twist it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Burn it up.
Till we all fall down.

I don't want your hour, glass keep your cheap cigarettes, We ain't ready to go.
It ain't the spot, the shade, tonight, then no no, We ain't ready to go.

I said won't you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute, I hurry up to wait for you.
I said won't you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute, I hurry up to wait for you.

Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Shake it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Twist it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Burn it up.
Till we all fall down.

Maxed out blacked out, know what i'm talkin' bout? 
Drapped up dripped out sippin' to serve.
Back-back no stacks, keys to the cadillac
And we ain't leaving even if you're ready to go.

I said won't you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute, I hurry up to wait for you.
I said won't you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute, I hurry up to wait for you.

Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Shake it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Twist it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Burn it up.
Till we all fall down.

Pomona

Rock 'N' Roll band from Houston, Tx. Do what you want FOREVER.

Gabriel Cavazos (vocals)
Micah Miller (drums)
Kyle Shimek (bass, vocals)
Chris Goodwin (guitar)
Kenyon Puntenney (guitar)

BOOKING (U.K./EUROPE): CAA
Bex Majors:
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PUBLIC RELATIONS (U.S.): MUCH AND HOUSE PR
Heather Weiss:
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PUBLIC RELATIONS (U.K./EUROPE): COSA NOSTRA PR
Michelle Kerr:
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