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Morning Song
02:40
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Morning Song
LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS
Chorus
Today just like yesterday
And tomorrow will be just like today
Just another manic Monday through Sunday
So my psychiatrist suggest Prozac twice a day
Today just like yesterday
And tomorrow will be just like today
Just another manic Monday through Sunday
So my psychiatrist suggest Prozac twice a day
Verse 1
I'm a rolling pharmaceutical drunk off Brew as usual
I'm quite The spectacle always high face full of blow
i'm a desperado Fun loving criminal
I got In Utero on my boom box radio
Roll over the cats tail with my wheelchair wheels
Get my morning cocktail Prozac and pain pills
No mail just bills calm down stress kills
Even through i'm sitting still my brain is on a treadmill
Chasing after dollar bills shower shit shave steal
And still can barely get a happy meal this is to real
That's why i keep it fake life is full of hate
Can't escape eviction notice taped to the front gate
Cause the music is too loud too much too late
Too bad get that corn out my face bump the bass
Everyday is exactly the same got me going in insane
Drinking liquor numb the pain just to maintain
Chorus
Today just like yesterday
And tomorrow will be just like today
Just another manic Monday through Sunday
So my psychiatrist suggest Prozac twice a day
Today just like yesterday
And tomorrow will be just like today
Just another manic Monday through Sunday
So my psychiatrist suggest Prozac twice a day
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Forever-Land Theme
02:16
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Cosmonaut Rockk
04:34
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Cosmonaut Rock Lyrics by Deacon Burns
Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock
I’m a lying, egotistical, conniving, hypocritical, bigot!
So when I called you a bitch, that’s why I did it.
Lyrics are poisonous when I spit.
It can melt your face from the concentrated acid.
Can you hear it?
That’s the sound of scorned souls and slaughtered slaves beheaded and
betrayed the American way
So don’t get all Sarah McLaughlin dog commercial face on me,
fucka time to pay.
I’ll be a devil until I’m an angel
Elevate like Criss Angel
Break your ankle like Kurt Angle
And yell out Mindfreak,
While innocent pedestrians run for protection from these Cleveland streets.
Throwing temper tantrum fits when I spit.
I’m all over the place like broken glass and bird shit.
I am your tourniquet, It’s the Deacon from the pulpit,
Screaming fuck the rich,
Time to take their shit.
Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock
I’m an alcoholic drug incarnate
Damned by the public, hated, cursed, and wanted.
Wheelchair crippled, wishful, sinful, twisted,
Dead or alive? I want what’s mine, so fuck it!
Contaminated by the music
A melancholic mechanic with a mental mechanical yearning of me
Serving this radio-centric cybernetic planet with an atomic bomb,
This is a warning from a sideshow carnival freak,
With a contorted spine, gimp legs, my muscles got atrophied,
My wheelchair needs batteries,
Life is a bitch indeed.
Thank God for liquor, pills, and weed.
Now kneel before your conqueror
Feel the blood and thunder
The game has made me bitter,
So fucker you got to suffer.
I’ll plunder your little paper.
Middle finger to haters.
I’m a hunter and a predator
Out to kill the oppressor.
Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock
I’m not contrived or controlled but my mind is contorted
I refuse to be a puppet just to please the fucking public.
Now it’s time to serve the servants
Self-appointed judges judge it,
But they all sound really stupid.
Cause they all sound really stupid cause
They still don’t fucking get it.
They just want a bunch of saturated mimics with a gimmick,
Tattooed gold trinkets with some dumbed down lyrics.
Then they put you in a box with a bow, neat package.
Then they ram you down the throat of the people, make them eat it.
Cause it’s played on the radio thirty times a second.
It’s a subliminal message, now you swear that you love it.
Another hit record #1 with a bullet,
Grammy nominated then it’s thrown in the garbage.
It’s a never ending cycle and I’ll never understand it.
These labels are under handed and they’re quick to take advantage
Leaving you lost and stranded,
Broken down and damaged,
Confused and abandoned.
Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock
Kounterclockwise Tick Tock and you don’t stop
Making the spot hot with this hip hop
B-boys pop lock
B-boys pop lock
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock
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4. |
Our Cross To Bare
04:05
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5. |
Infinitus Theme
00:53
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6. |
Each One Kill One
04:01
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7. |
9 Volt
03:38
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8. |
PillBilly Theme
02:30
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10. |
Circus Life
03:50
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Circus Life lyrics by Deacon Burns
Hook - Well life is a bitch and before you know it your lying still alone in a casket put in the ground family all around looking down bodies worm food and your just a spirit unless your cremated then your just ashes put in an urn burned hope you don't feel it that's about it when you die you take a shit cause in the end that's really all you get well!!
verse 1
Here's the tale of a sour man a shallow man an empty man a gasping Compulsive nervous man. Hopeless meaningless pointless failure ridden existence type man.
Looking for an escape any escape any way any thing anybody give me the money so i can buy a happy illusion and paint over all the problems i'm an unsolved conundrum going through the motions to stubborn to ask for directions that's why i stay lost and on a mission fill this Prescription relive all the tension listen to my 2 cent wisdom gathered from years of fucking and falling and fighting and failing and finding and losing myself this circus living is quite bad for ones health baby help
Hook - Well life is a bitch and before you know it your lying still alone in a casket put in the ground family all around looking down bodies worm food and your just a spirit unless your cremated then your just ashes put in an urn burned hope you don't feel it that's about it when you die you take a shit cause in the end that's really all you get well!!
Verse 2
Once upon a midnight dreary while i pondered weak and weary pills weed and whisky slowly kill me bullshit ratchet raunchy rowdy bitches and parties i'm so high and drunk off bacardi i can hardly barely hold this microphone steady so you can hear it every sadistic twisted lyric so get ready cause my shit is crazy but that's the way god made me now who i'm i to deny the insanity need a remedy and since doctors don't to agree i gotta self self medicate until i can't stand straight oh shit i meant sit since i gotta broken back as if i fought bane over your forehead like bangs bitch it's that propane spit i'm like spit from beat street throwing tags all over your piece
Hook - Well life is a bitch and before you know it your lying still alone in a casket put in the ground family all around looking down bodies worm food and your just a spirit unless your cremated then your just ashes put in an urn burned hope you don't feel it that's about it when you die you take a shit cause in the end that's really all you get well!!
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11. |
Funk Giants Theme
01:52
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12. |
Run For Cover
03:15
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13. |
BOOTYBAG
02:20
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Booty Bag - Lyrics:by Deacon Burns
Booty Booty Booty Booty
Luicious Delicious grant your three wishes, Bitches.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
I see you on the dance-floor girl, straight looking like a ho-oh-oh
Put that booty in a brown paper bag, I want my booty to go-oh-oh
Rub it, lick it, flip it down, Oh no-oh-oh. (oh no)
I'll nibble on it when I get home, hold the phone, cause I'm ready to bone.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
Give me that booty bag, I want my booty to go.
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14. |
High Tide Rock Bottom
04:00
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15. |
Hide & Seek
04:38
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16. |
Hangar 13
02:01
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Night Song feat. Kelli Owen
LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS
Chorus
Let it shine forever let it shine forever
Let it shine forever let it shine forever
Let it shine
Verse 1
In the dark there's a light keep it right next to you
By your heart there's a spark make it shine forever ooo
In the dark there's a light keep it right next to you
By your heart there's a spark make it shine forever ooo
In the dark there's a light keep it right next to you
By your heart there's a spark make it shine forever ooo
Chorus
Let it shine forever let it shine forever
Let it shine forever let it shine forever
yey hey ooo yey hey ooo yey hey ooo
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey yey yey yey
Verse 2
In the dark there's a light keep it right next to you
By your heart there's a spark make it shine forever ooo
In the dark there's a light keep it right next to you
By your heart there's a spark make it shine forever ooo
In the dark there's a light keep it right next to you
By your heart there's a spark make it shine forever ooo
In the dark there's a light keep it right next to you
By your heart there's a spark make it shine forever ooo
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kounterclockwise Cleveland, Ohio
Cleveland Heights' Alternative Punk-Hop act Kounterclockwise formed over a decade ago in the heart of the South Bronx. Lead by multi-instrumentalist producer, engineer, writter, director & MC Deacon Burns
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