Well, I got a bumper sticker on the back of my truck There ain't another like it ?cause I had it made up I can tell who's behind me, they give themselves
Na li you cai hong gao su wo Neng bu neng ba wo de yuan wang huan gei wo Wei shen me tian zhe me an jing Suo you de yun dou pao dao wo zhe li You mei
Who is this super hero? Sarge? No Rosemary the telephone operator? No way man Henry the mild mannered janitor? Hong Kong Phooey, the number one super
Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. He's got style, a groovy style, and a car that just won't
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly Like the summer rain Every time I see and think about her It ends up the same Walkin' the streets out in
It's the story of a very unfortunate colored man Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong He got twenty years privilege taken away from him When he kicked
The conscious man is dead And I buried him Beneath this scarred tissue Armored skeleton The machine is now alive Desensitized with open eyes Powered
The machine is now alive To wreck havoc in your lives There's no use to hold me back I am ready to attack I am a criminal I am a criminal I am a criminal
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Lord, hear me now Don't put an English voice Crashing out into the noise Electric fences and guns You swallow me I'm a pill on your tongue Here on the
Harmful elements in the air Symbols clashing everywhere Reaps the fields of rice and reeds While the population feeds Junk floats on polluted water An
Wear your eyes as dark as night Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy and born to create Now baby
Imperial bodybags Coming home in dribs and drabs Life is numbers with doggy tags Filled with holes and coming back So come out of the sky I never had
The second great depression Lasted longer than I figured It stuck around and lingered Surrounded me and conquered The second great depression Left me
There's no hope in the colonies So catch yourself a lifeline Things have gone wrong too many times So catch yourself a slow boat to China Fixing some
I am just a patsy The Oswald in Lee Harvey Made of my own misery The footprints of history I am just a patsy I sell vague conspiracy I'm slow and I'm
This one's for the freaks For you're so beautiful For all the devotion Written in your soul This one's for the freaks For the lost and weak For the butterflies
If God persists, persists in saying yes I guess we'll have, we'll have to test ourselves Maybe the summer will come and clear our minds And find the impulse