World War 3 - Ruth B.

Girls, don't forget your pearls And all of your horses As you make your way across the pond Girls, don't forget your curls And all of your corsets Memorize them in a little song Shake it up, throw your hands up and get loose Cut a rug, lean into the fuckin' youth Choreo, we just want the fuckin' truth (Told by the frightened) Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? No, it's only the beginnin' If we hold on to hope, we'll have our happy ending When the world was at war before We just kept dancin' When the world was at war before We just kept dancin' Boys, don't forget your toys And take all of your money If you find you're in a foreign land Boys, don't make too much noise And don't try to be funny Other people may not understand Shake it up, throw your hands up and get loose Cut a rug, lean into the fuckin' youth Choreo, we just want the fuckin' truth (Told by the frightened) Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? No, it's only the beginnin' If we hold on to hope, we'll have our happy endin' When the world was at war before We just kept dancin' When the world was at war before We just kept dancin' (And we'll do it again) Oh my god, dizzy from lovin' you (and we'll do it again) Oh my god, dizzy from lovin' you (we'll do it again) Did it from, did it from lovin' you (we'll do it again) In a world at war Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? When the world was at war before We just kept dancin' When the world was at war before We just kept dancin' And we'll do it again And we'll do it again

Yeah I kick out the door, yeah, I kick out the door (door) Go grab the mic and I let out the sore (sore) This my fanmail, wanna give out my heart (heart) This an archive, I just record the flow (flow) Come to my studio, magic happens (yeah) Two step chillin', this feels classic Ain't no job with no stress, no pressin' So, baby, let's go, seatbelts are fastened 반딧불 같은 flashin' lights 우릴 스쳐가는 flashin' nights 꼭 아파야 해 그냥은 안 돼 시간이 지나면 웃겠지만 뭔가 보일 때까지 일단 걍 달려 (달려) 괜찮아, 내 수고는 내가 알어 (알어) We keep ridin' the whole night, hol' on tight, yeah We keep all the party in the room all night We don't wanna put it on the brake, hold tight 해 뜰 때까지 더 계속해 all night 영감아, 기다려, 널 잡을게, all mine (yah) All night, all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all nights All night, all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all nights All night, all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all nights All night, all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all nights I still have a dream 여전히 작업실 지나가는 사람에게 물어봐 1타 가수 누군지 코 앞이잖아, 그래미, this is for real TV 나와 하는 돈 자랑들은 이젠 그냥 귀엽지 가끔씩 이 모든 게 꿈은 아닌가 싶어 해가 뜨기 전 어둠은 꽤나 짙어 때론 네가 걷던 길 위엔 시기와 시비가 앞서 걷던 사람들의 발자국 보다 훨씬 더 (oh, yeah) Ayy, 많을 수 있다는 사실만 넌 알아둬 Ayy, 이제 선택은 네 몫이야, what you gonna do? (Uh-huh) Ayy, yeah, she calls me charming, need an Army Marching for your love, I'm a sergeant I'm not from this planet, a martian For you, I go the hardest Can't stop when you get me started You gonna make me park the Aston Martin Tints on the windows, I don't do no talking Oh, girl, I told you from the go I need you to stay with me, loyal and faithfully Ever so gracefully touching my soul I know that you pray for me, trying to make a way for me Girl, you know, I'ma always hold you close Never let go, nope, you Never let go, uh-uh, of you All or nothing for ya love, I'ma risk it all If it's not your name coming up on my phone I won't pick up the call, not at all Love the way you take it off, on my rocket you taking off Yeah, we done got love involved, love involved We keep all the party in this room all night We don't wanna put it on the brake, hold tight 해 뜰 때까지 더 계속해 all night 영감아, 기다려, 널 잡을게, all mine We keep all the party in the room all night We don't wanna put it on the brake, hold tight 해 뜰 때까지 더 계속해 all night 영감아, 기다려, 널 잡을게, all mine All night, all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all nights All night, all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all nights All night, all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all nights All night, all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night, all nights

Here stands a man At the bottom of a hole he's made Still sweating from the rush His body tense His hands, they shake Oh this, this is a mad boy Here stands a man With a bullet in his clenched right hand Don't push him, son For he's got the power to crush this land Oh hear, hear him cry, boy Don't you ever leave me alone My war is over Be my shelter from the storm My war is over I am a sad boy Here stands a man At the bottom of a hole he's made Still sweating from the rush His body tense His hands, they shake Oh this, this is a mad boy Here stands a man With a bullet in his clenched right hand But don't push him, son For he's got the power to crush this land Oh hear, hear him cry, boy Don't you ever leave me alone My war is over Be my shelter from the storm My war is over I am a sad boy Don't you ever leave me alone Be my shelter from the storm My war is over I am a sad boy

Am I of God or Satan or an obsidian hemisphere? Am I the fated sovereign or sanctitude inverse? Consider the great solitude of the truly liberated man Set forth to raze frail humanity once again Am I to act alone? If so, I'll draw blood from stone Am I to act alone? If so, I'll be the thundering tremor to whip the storm Why are we such tender flesh under blackening skies? Are we defenceless prey in a predator's eye? Can we stay stalwart in the face of fated tragedy? Are we to remain subjugated by fictitious morality? Am I to act alone? If so, I'll separate the meat from bone Am I to act alone? If so, I shall be the herald of reckoning's swarm Host of the ones condemned Dethrone god malevolent Hear the cannons roar We are off to war Uncrowned he with reins adorned Blacken the icon We for whom no god shall mourn Off to war Am I of God or Satan or an obsidian hemisphere? Am I the fated sovereign or sanctitude inverse? Consider the great solitude of the truly liberated man Set forth to raze frail humanity once again

Fuck, don't tell me you're fine all the time It'll get in my head a bad way, babe Don't let it creep in your mind, you'll go blind that way And that's a madness that breaks faith They say the Kingdom of Heaven touched down In an interstate motel lobby True to the American WAY (the American WAY) It's available only today Americana's crusade for the common man's promised land Kaboom Blowout Everything must go Everything must go Make way For the Kingdom come Blowout Everything must go Everything must go Make way For the revolution They call that Holy War in Dallas They send crusaders to reclaim the new Jerusalem They say the Queen was born of malice The Queen of Babylon and all her sons ascended to the throne They cry for Holy War in Dallas They send crusaders out from Phoenix to Beijing They're calling "Purify the palace, the streets" But the temple remains unclean Yea, the temple remains unclean I see it said in your eyes All the time You ain't gotta tell me you're fine babe They call that Holy War in Dallas They call for Holy War On us

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour