James Taylor Well, I'm a steamroller, baby I'm bound to roll all over you Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby I'm bound to roll all over you I'm gonna inject
Killin' me wicked with his stylus Slap it on the turntable, DJ Won't you play for me Marvin Gaye? Invisibl Skratch Piklz Beastie Boys, thrills and tickles Beat Junkies
a wire Lettuce-toothed junkies all full of desire Meanwhile, Rick James takes her nude And there's nothing I can do Meanwhile, Rick James takes her
strike back The critics and the diplomats are living in a tin shack Break-neck, full-tilt Climb the ladders they built Angels in the abattoir Junking
reveal Jesus livin in me? How can I reveal? Kick Artist jump the knocker nothing but a shife He ain't no trill he just quacking bout a knife junkie
hope my engine ain't on fire Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode Drivin sixty miles
a file Above and beyond the hole nine yards Well, I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets Jesse James
Read about some princess and her junkie friends Didn't start my day off right Old James Dean jumped from his grave Swore that black was white Read it
in America! Fries -- ya tried them in America? Food makes me phlegm in America! Lots of new products on the shelf! Lots of junk you're feeding yourself
(Bator/James) Chorus You got the passion of an empty mansion Don't feel no fire when the blood runs cold There ain't no hurtin' like two hearts uncertain
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James) Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed,
nerver plucker You?re pluckin' my nerves, you MC sucka I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn That I am like a stop, and my word is Bond Like James
So what dem implying? Di teacha haffi sing line? DJing nuh inna him mind? Cork up yuh nose fi di stink rhyme, A di king time, Mi wicked like St. James
my engine ain't on fire Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode Drivin sixty miles
I'm bitter I'm twisted James Joyce is fucking my sister How can I remember 1690 I was born in 1965 I can see you I can reach you I won't be you This business
Meet James Ensor, Belgium's famous painter Dig him up and shake his hand, appreciate the man Before there were junk stores, before there was junk He
im Winter kalter. Mein Auto ist erwachsen, ich bin nur 2 Jahre alter. Die beiden Fenster klemm' oben fest, mein Auto besteht den TUV wie ein Junkie seinen
Christians" Like to tie up those programming planners Make 'em watch all of that junk 'til their heads explode just like "Scanners" Leech-covered grub-eatin' fools on "Survivor" Look there's James