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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over Thought I'd something more to say Home Home again I like to be here When I can When I come home Cold and tired It's good to warm my bones Beside the fire Far away Across the field Tolling on the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spell

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The Mystery Man came over An' he said: "I'm outa-sight!" He said, for a nominal service charge I could reach Nirvana t'nite If I was ready, willing 'n able To pay him his regular fee He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs And devote His Attention to me But I said Look here brother Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? Now what kind of a mask man are you anyway? Look here brother Don't you waste your time on me The Mystery Man got nervous An' he sorta, fidget around a bit He reached in the pocket of his Mystery Robe An' he whipped out a shaving kit Now, I thought it was a razor An' a can of foamin' goo But he told me right then when the top popped open There was nothin' his box won't do With the oil of Afro-dytee An' the dust of the Grand Wazoo He said "You might not believe this Pancho, but it'll fix up that war paint for you too" An' I said Look here brother (thank you mask man. thank you) Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? Ah, mask man is a ****** Look here brother Don't you waste your time on me I've got troubles of my own, I said An' you can't help me out So take your meditations an' your preparations An' ram it up yer snout "BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!", he said An' held it to his horse So I snatched it All away from him An' I showed him how to do it right of course I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head So I'd look like I was Deep I said some Mumbo Jumbos then An' told him he was goin' to sleep I robbed his rings An' pocket watch An' everything else I found I had that sucker hypnotized He couldn't even make a sound I proceeded to tell him his future then As long as he was hanging around I said "The price of pajamas has just gone up An' yer ol' swarmy have just gone down" Look here swarmy Who you jivin' with that Cosmik Debris? (Now is that a real poncho or is that a Seattle poncho who can tell anymore?) Don't you know You could make more money in sindication So don't you waste your time on me Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ohm

Didn't know Bob Ross was in the band either

Then the bathroom the joke is in your hand

Is that a herb grinder

OverviewLyricsVideosListenArtists I take my card and I stand in line To make a buck, I work overtime Dear Sir letters keep comin' in the mail I work my back 'til it's racked with pain The boss can't even recall my name I show up late and I'm docked, it never fails I feel like just another, spoke in a great big wheel Like a tiny blade of grass in a great big field, whoa To workers, I'm just another drone To Ma Bell, I'm just another phone I'm just another statistic on a sheet To teachers, I'm just another child To IRS, I'm another file I'm just another consensus on the street Gonna cruise outta this city, head down to the sea Gonna shout out at the ocean, "Hey, it's me" And I feel like a number Feel like a number Feel like a stranger A stranger in this land I feel like a number I'm not a number I'm not a number Damn it I'm a man, I said I'm a man Gonna cruise out of this city, head down to the sea Gonna shout out at the ocean, "Hey, it's me" And I feel like a number Feel like a number Feel like a stranger Stranger in this land Feel like a number I'm not a number I'm not a number Damn it, I'm a man I feel like a number Feel like a number Feel like a number Hey I feel like a- I feel- Feel like a- Feel like a- I feel like a- I feel like a- I feel like a- I feel-

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Kick out the jams, brothers and sisters Well, I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all get in tune And the dressing room gets hazy now, baby Well, I know how you like it, child Hot, sweet and tight The girls can't stand it when you do it right When you're up on the stand And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams Come on, kick them out Well, I'm starting to sweat You know my shirt's all wet, what a feeling And the sound that abounds And resounds and rebounds off the ceiling Yeah, you gotta have it, baby, you can't do without 'Cause when you got that feeling, you got to sock them up Put that mic in my hand And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams Come on, kick them out You know I got to give it up You know you can't get enough Miss Mackenzie (Miss Mackenzie) Yeah, the sound in my brain You know it drives me insane with the frenzy (with the frenzy) Well, the wiggling guitars and the crash of the drums Make me wanna keep a-rocking 'til the morning come Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams I done kicked them out!