You gonna leave there    			
One tear,					
Would you love another couch?		
Want you to stop				
Your new love’s another loft.				
Want you to spit				
War is over, rifle’s asleep.			  
Want you to step				
Outside beloved flat.					
Five point eight					
Three point seven 

You gonna leave what				
You speak					
One time sober				
That’s indeed.
Warn you:					
That stuff,					 
You might love					 
Becoming muff						

Want you					
Today						
Slap around Bass of Spades,		
You’re young, you smack		
Whole the world’s bitch ass				

I won’t ask you: What do you do?		
I will allow you to say what you say		
I never judge your infinite dick		
Cause all what you feel - I feel myself.			

You have no fear, man, 				
No steer,					
Challenging the tenth wave,			
Your fuel – 					
Some “steam”,				        
All the borders growing dim.
Want to				
Hit the road		

Making stops to dry the beard		
Not think				
No doubt				
Living for the hell of it	

I won’t ask you: What do you do?		
I will allow you to say what you say 		
I never judge your infinite dick		
Cause all what you feel - I feel myself.		

You wanna no more					
Tooth grind					
Want to love and jack around
No words				
Just funk					
Jamming on from dusk till dawn		
Warning!					
Wah-Wah!					
Never wonder how and why			
Roar! Whisper!					
Live to love and love to live!				

I never ask you: What do you do?		
I will allow you to say what you say
I never judge your infinite dick
Cause all what you feel - I feel myself.	


BTTF - 58.37

(What time, what time, what a fucking time!)
I'm killing for the sake of peace,		
Drinking the blood, my lips			
Chant Mr.Gun and Mr.Christ 			
(What time, what time, what a fucking time!)	

Cold killer isn't my caprice,			
Few dollars and a kiss - 			 
Another tick on the list			
(What time, what time, what a fucking time!)	

We're standing on the Acheron			
And push last "animate" souls			
To the depth of dead-hearted folk		

Carnivale of shades				
Signing their compromise			
Leaving your side				
(to Deadfall)					

Carnivale of shades				
Once betraying your code			
You'd never stop				
( Dreamfall )					

Awaking in the dead of night			
We're the Mister Hyde				
Under your velvet skin				
(What time, what time, what a fucking time!)	

Need solid alibi for weed?			
Don't even bother, sweet,			
For greater good of skill			
(What time, what time, what a fucking time!)	

Destroying all the enemies,			
No matter what the means,			
The winners never lie.				

Carnivale of shades				
Signing their compromise			
Leaving your side				
(to Deadfall)					

Carnivale of shades				
Once betraying your code	
You'd never stop				
( Dreamfall

Demons... Some call them ghosts and devils…	
Some call them phantoms of the Black Lodge…	
I call them - US.					
We're all what make you kill each other, 	
bite each other throats, 			
lie and humiliate on your filthy road to success, to power.
The darkest shade of your nature.	
And nevertheless... you love US. Because without you - we don't exist.		
Don't ever ask: For whom the bell tolls? 	
Who killed all those people in the  Land of Happiness?		
We did. You did.	
Rest in pizza, kid.

Carnivale of shades				
Signing their compromise			
Leaving your side				
(to Deadfall)					

Carnivale of shades				
Once betraying your code			
You'd never stop				
( Dreamfall )


BTTF - Carnivale of Shades

Cornered blind hound				
Mainstream king of underground		
Warden in the cell				
Virgin soul behind the eyes of puta					
Fake and true now take last duel		
"Make the choice: be fool or rule"		
Follow white rabbit traces			
If you in two minds, they seize you				       
Pop-up umbrella known fear against the real light 
Happy reflection in false mirror make you feel alright
Get rid of jester's mask as easy as a piece of cake
Just join me in wild selfish-dervish ride to hell.	

Holy Land just "holy" rock and sand, man	
There's no choice between the red and blue pills, man		
Holy Land just bloody rock and sand, man	
Bunch of quacks who selling rock and sand, just can't you see?  

Crawlin' along the street,			
To the crossroads of every breed		
Take right turn to the outer space		
On the road to the truth birthplace.				

Murder irony				
Takin' the flash 'n' tryin' to flee			
Last joke of man in the box			
When he needs you, he just seize you			

Pop-up umbrella known fear against the real light 
Happy reflection in false mirror make you feel alright
Get rid of jester's mask as easy as a piece of cake
Just join me in wild selfish-dervish ride to hell.

Holy Land just "holy" rock and sand, man 
There's no choice between the red and blue pills, man
Holy Land just bloody rock and sand, man
Bunch of quacks who selling rock and sand, just can't you see?
	
Holy Land just bloody rock and sand, man
(...just "holy" rock and sand...)
Holy Land just bloody rock and sand, man
(...just bloody rock and sand...)
Holy Land just bloody rock and sand, man
(...just "holy" rock and sand...)
Selling rock and sand
(...just bloody rock and sand...)


BTTF - Man in the Box

Condoliza Rice
Best friend of our mum,
Maggy’s alone today
Funk her up, hooray,
Now we’ll break you, small,
Nothing personal
Bang new Apple store
Banging more and more

(i’m) Sorry, girl, I’m not your kite 
(I’m) Sorry, girl, I won’t die. 

I’m not a brit, my girl
And not American boy 
I’m gonna leave you there
I don’t care 
Your stomach’s feeling sick
You vomit every deep kick
You suck my kiss and don’t
Tell your daddy

Cannot make him like me, one-minute-chic, 
(And I’m) Sorry, girl, you won’t forget my dick. 

Condoliza Rice
Best friend of our mum,
Maggy’s alone today
Funk her up, hooray 
Texas Buffalo,
Tony sings: How long - 
Perfect scenery
Imaginary

Cannot make you wanna play this game again 
(And I’m) Sorry, but, we won’t remain friends. 

I’m not a french, pardon,
And not Italian don 
I’m gonna leave you there
I don’t care 
Your stomach’s feeling sick
You vomit every deep kick
You suck my kiss and love
Me forever 

(i’m) Sorry, girl, I’m not gonna stay 
(i’m) Sorry, girl, I’m not going to L.A.

BTTF - Candaliza

These years were blind
But now it’s time to see the light.
Runaway… come back.

I know you are got tired
But you have only one desire.
Runaway… the time has come.

Chorus:
If you ready haven’t money and sleep on a floor
If you knew your future very long before birth.
You must stop lose yourself now
And stop digging a pit for talent ohh
Turn around and say to everyone:  I’m not runaway!

Listen to your heart, monk
Don’t let of fear steal your funk.
Runaway… come back.

Understand who you are
And why do you have this old scar.
Runaway… the time has come.

If you want to take a single ticket, man.
If you are the last of the Mohicans.
You must stop lose yourself now
And stop digging a pit for talent ohh
Turn around and say to everyone:  I’m not runaway!

Think… think it’s not serious? Think…that’s it? Think… that’s all what you worth? Chasing the money… career… caring what other people say…know what… Damn you! Millions of talented people give up like you being ingested by the cold-blooded universe burying their talent instead of developing it showing it to the whole world and Sursum it to the stars. Forgetting who are they and why they are here suffocating with developing of living conditions. Losing themselves… Wanna give up? Huh? Damn you! Beat it! 
I remain.


BTTF - Runaway

5 shots ago it was enough			
"Pour me another" - pure bluff,			
"Is she the star of silver screen			
Whom paparazzi stalk?"				
A liquid courage on the rocks			
Makes you most handsome of the folks		
A little lady don't think so:			
"You wink as if you wank"				

First take a pee then take a chance,		
Won't bet on you success a pence,		
You loved her fragrance on the spot		
Through haze of lust and smoke.
	
Inhaling hay you make the way			
To piece of Eve among decay			
Mind-building at the end of day			
Sandcastles of the night.				

Baby, i'm a bad man, but frankly, who gives,	
who gives a damn around here.			
Baby, i'm not your fan, but frankly,		
you got tired of them, I know it.		
Baby, i'm your man for today only 'n'		
then I'll never call back.				
Baby, i'm a bad man, but frankly, 		
Who gives					
A damn.							
She gave you as if random look			
was begging: "If you're not a crook,		
Please, take me away from all this mess,	
I simply need a rest"				

Your "Chesterfield" 'n' lonely street		
Don't make you look like James Dean.		
You getting sober 'n' afraid			
You're outsider there.				

"My 911 in repair..." - 				 
You talkin’ nonsence in despair,		
She interrupts you with a kiss:	
"I love your innocence"		

Corrupt my soul 'n' soothe my flesh		
We built sandcastles, but of cash,		
I'm the puppy versus you,			
The Queen of Endless Trip.				
Baby, i'm a bad man, but frankly, who gives,	
who gives a damn around here.			
Baby, i'm not your fan, but frankly,	
you got tired of them, I know it.		
Baby, i'm your man for today only 'n'		
then I'll never call back.				
Baby, i'm a bad man, but frankly, 		
Who gives					
A damn.	


BTTF - Yo, Baby!

Today you gone				
Maybe younger world getting born inside	
Acid rain became your bride			 
And for some you’re dead			

Your Sangrail waves wired me to purple haze,	
Your blaze, as-if-being-tortured face…	
I miss these old days				




O, we little lack of being your sons, old moron,	
We keep the fire you once lit, mad saint,	
You never dead, fel,				
You once broke out hell				
You funky burned octopus				
O, we’re the happiest man in the world,	
We leave the town and know the Way is leading
Once to your door bell,				
To shake your hand, pal,			
The man who’d never fade			

Your soul still burn,				
One that given birth each and every tone,	
That had builded my walls and core.		
Flaming-evermore				
Hey, lonely mage,				
Why not blew dust off the guitar and say:	 
“What I live today for?!”			
And return again…				


O, we little lack of being your sons, old moron,
We keep the fire you once lit, mad saint,
You never dead, fel,
You once broke out hell
You funky burned octopus
O, we’re the happiest man in the world,
We leave the town and know the Way is leading
Once to your door bell,
To shake your hand, pal,
The man who’d never fade			

BTTF - The Octopus

It’s sound drug	
I born to got.		
Speak to me,		
You wanna some?	
Barking channels	
Boring our teens.	

I burn in every morning sun			
And sky and good spirits of Babylon		
Wacky jesus, turn my shit in jade.	


Cunny Pit, American child,  		
He wanna tit, his mummy’s butt,	
Diving low while riding the cock on sale   

(Stop) China plastic Beejing		
Funky people magic			
Don’t speak of disability eee.		

Driving people spirits ‘n’		
Drowning in Fanzility		
Unbinding  insanity, eee.		

Some day you wanna get free	
And won’t abide by economy	
(Cause) Fucking soda of routine ingest  	

It’s cock-sucking Monica,		
Reveals to me in solar bra,		
Boiling down, woman for a day.	

This kind of American dream, 	
Wanna fame in sunny glint		
Not even trying take a debut scene.	

(Stop) China plastic Beejing		
Unravelling the gravity		
The wave of Funkability eee		

Funky people magic			
Breaking all the cages		
Drowning in Fanzility eee.		

It’s something I wanna get down:	
Some people vomit tears		
Some people ‘fraid to be real	
And some people hold it deep	
Some people lower risks		
Some people lonely today		

We’ll chant the people ability	
With funky people magic		
Despising the equality eee		

Funky people mages			
Love your personality			
Drowning in Fanzility eee.		

We’ll chant the people ability	
With funky people magic		
Despising the equality eee		

Funky people mages			
Love your personality			
Drowning in Fanzility eee.	


BTTF - Funky People Magic

What’s up man,				
Leaving the fortitude?			
In lack of morning “without you”		
Your-dick-inside invitation	
She replaced with on-vibration.		

We love to set your balls on fire

You mourning over the fortune 		
You’re falling down to a money tune       
Just hump de bump irritation			
We’re lacking celebration			

What’s up man,				
Leaving the downtown?			
You find it hard live “without you”		
You lack of feeling the tension		
Shut the fuck and stop migration		

We’re lack of spirits rotation,		
Of positive vibrations,			
We leave you only to pick up			
And got to teeeelllll….			

One day, one lure				
Only chance to live “without” – 		
Take your love and seize your light,		
One day – one life,				
Take on sky.				

Take your love and seize your light,		
One day – one life,
That’s what I say				

I like your wicked invention:			
We’re lack of bright light and day view	
We’re lack of your being “sunny duke”	
We’re lack your “Take me Mount’ Dew”	

We’re lack of harmful “Black Jack”:		
“I owe you, bro, I’m with you”, 		
We’re lack of 21st century			
Start every day			

One day, one lure				
Only chance to live “without” – 
Take your love and seize your light,
One day – one life,
Take on sky.
Take your love and seize your light,
One day – one life,
Can’t you see?!		


BTTF - What's Up, Man?!

It's a motherfucker only speed-funk jam, what the hell you're talking about the lyrics?)

BTTF Band