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Hamell on Trial
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Halfway
Lyricist:Hamell Edward James
I see you on the cover of Rolling Stone Or one of those other corny music magazines That's just an excuse to sell fashion or bullshit
But occasionally sticks in a good writer or political story So at the board meeting, they can ease their conscience That the majority of their readership has the IQ of well A Creed fan
So you pucker your mouth and you show lots of thigh Coy celebrity, sexy, teasing cleavage Ass in the air, selling your product, down on your knees Why so shy? 'Cause you stand for nothing really
You got nothing to say It's insulting your pretense of integrity, take the movie's name Tattoo it on your labia, spread your legs for the camera What difference would it make? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I mean fuck it, why go halfway? I mean fuck it, why go halfway?
So you think you might be Jesus, let's be frank You're the lead singer of a big rock band Let's get the bass player to nail you to a cross Long rusty spikes, right through your hands
You're a world leader with your finger on the button Thinking that history is smiling on you Blow the shit out of everybody that doesn't agree Do it in the name of patriotism, what else should you do?
I'm a self-righteous prick, with a great mouth But I'm sick to death of mediocrity and lies And I'm preaching to the choir and I'm yelling down a hole I used to sing between the lines but then I got wise
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