The Lyrics Game

You always took the easy road You always compromised You never put the effort in To read between the lines Rutting in a garbage pit Embrace the weaker breed Join the pack of rabid dogs And lick the hand that beats

She packed my bags last night, pre-flight Zero hour, 9 a.m. And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight

Sacrificial martyr Victim dressed in white Headed for the slaughter Angels cry for her tonight To the cross At the stake To the lions On the rack I break I break Night terror Hysteria Nocturnal trial by fire Eyes open wide but I can't see

By the darkest river, beneath the leafless trees I think I'm drowning, this dream is killing me (Wake up, wake up, wake up) In the coldest winter, between the fading lights I feel I'm falling into a frozen sky (Wake up, wake up, wake up) Past the blackest heaven, above the dying stars I watch me breaking into a million shards (Wake up, wake up, wake up) But through the hardest hour, below the cruelest sign I know I'm waking up from this wretched lie (Wake up, wake up) Wake up

A beastly feast of yeast that feeds release and yields the change Grimy slimy double-timing and primed to take the centre stage Grotty rotten sots as thick as clots they feel no fear We are the crew to spew the brew into your shoes and give a cheer

The thrill is gone It's gone away for good The thrill is gone baby It's gone away for good Someday I know I'll be over it all baby Just like I know a good man should

Something's wrong, shut the light Heavy thoughts tonight And they aren't of Snow White Dreams of war, dreams of liars Dreams of dragon's fire And of things that will bite, yeah

Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time City to city, I'm running my rhymes On location, touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger, but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking, your money I'm taking Going coast to coast to watch all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine-to-five The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kicking it live

A penny in your pocket Suitcase in your hand They won't get you very far Now you're a 21st century man.

Lonely is the night When you find yourself alone Your demons come to light And your mind is not your own Lonely is the night When there's no one left to call You feel the time is right Say the writin's on the wall, yeah

… An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation The world's in trouble, there's no communication An' everyone can say what they wanna say It never gets better, anyway

Strangers waitin' Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searchin' in the night Streetlights, people Livin' just to find emotion Hidin', somewhere in the night

There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb

Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you