these are the lyrics from the album badblood.
the word yr=your
all lyrics Darren Cross except Who's ya daddy? by Gerling. music by gerling.
Blood on the Microphone.
Chip my tooth on the metal,
white spec hits the floor.
smash my my face on the mirror,
give my number to the whore.
i feel the pyschic connection,
go and sell it on the street.
this is the sound of the future,
gonna package to the beat.
Blood on the mic.
Blood on the microphone.
you got the velcro on yr brain,
shes gonna reset all yr games.
i see you dressed for the part,
its a beginning-its a start.
oh now i feel so universal
spill champagne on her neck.
i see the light- blood is boiling
what the fuck will be next.
i feel the pyschic connection go and sell it on the street.
blood on the mic.
blood on the microphone.
GET ACTIVATED.
yeah high ,lay low
i dont think its gonna go
the new neutralised race.
you gotta get out while you can
to start to understand
a new meaning of a change.
yeah well we wanna get out
you know whats real,
we kickin' it as fast as we can.
because the minute they start dealing,
its the end of the freewheelin,
no beginning of the end.
yeah
we wanna get activated
you cannot hold us back with yr dead world.
always lookin for some trouble,
trillion times on the double,
gotta doublecross their games.
yeah well the meanings are the same
when you understand the games, malfunction to the blame.
hiding out for situations
when the timings right you take em,
gotta play by yr own rules.
whoah ho.
partriotic rats tryina take all back,
dont step over us like we fools.oh yeah
yeah
we wanna get activated.
you cannot hold us back
you cannot hold us back
with yr dead world.
motherfucker you cannot hold us back.
fuckin patriotic fuckin ratz.
patriotic fuckin ratz.
yeah.yeah.yeah.yeah.yeah.yeah.
in the city
all the people in such a town,
i feel alone but never down,
yeah well in the night yeah i feel it breathe,
endless possibities.
i get the message when yr not around,
your psychic radar never lets me down,
i see you standing there on the path,
i regret to think i ever let it last.
i disappear as easy as i came
i get my stuff,you forget my name..
i sit around until it gets thin...
revolution and we start again.
i hear the klang someone cleaning the street,
morning sun dryin out my feet.
my head hurts my brain feels bad,
try to remember where the money went.
i see a picture yeah inside my brain,
i see a room but not your name,
i sit around until it wears thin,
revolution and we fuck again.
In the city,
we forget our name
forget our games,
fuck it up and start over again.
in the city,
we forget our name
forget our games
fuck shit up and start over again.
she doesnt worry about being 18
her choice of words comes out like a machine
i see the wheels turning wonder where they go,
yeah well none of them look so happy though.
see them fall into a big trap
it takes your life never coming back
i lighten up and i see the sun
think of the fucking crazy shit weve done
dont worry about my ways
just what will get me thru the day.
how many people yeah its just a show
wonder what is the right way to go...
adios, au revoiur never coming back
feels the bad energy behind my back
see the siloutte of the city sky,
massive building and im feelin high,
Chorus
In the city
we in the city
BADBLOOD!!!
zombies fighting on the path again.
i see my face in her son and then,
the clinics gettin kinda busy again.
why did this start?
when will they end.
i see the sign on the vechile it then,
im thinkin what im gonna try next then...
yr army jacket needs a whole-i mend,
the leaves are getting kind of dead my friend.
see that look yeah on your face,
tells us to quickly leave from this place...
movement is bloated and insane,
distinctly we all leave the same way we came!
badblood!!!
bad blood in vein,
i wanna be your sister again...
guerilla mindgames...
i wanna be inside her veins.
well i,see you losing yr edge,
shes gonna send,
you back to where you started from again.
self pity is never my friend,
fuck it all off ,you need to start again
i see the sign on the vechile it then,
im thinkin what im gonna try next then...
yr army jacket needs a whole-i mend,
the leaves are getting kind of dead my friend.
see that look yeah on your face,
tells us to quickly leave from this place...
movement is bloated and insane,
distinctly we all leave the same way we came!
WACKED LIGHT.
we got the wacked light,
we feeling ruthless.
you only die once,
show me the truest.
comes to a crucial form,
they want to fake it..
yeah i dont really know,
whos gonna take it.
the little pretence,
shes like no other,
she likes to get it down,
she wants another...
you make the contact
spanish mother.
you dnace so crazy..trick one another.
Erase memories erase files,
see it stretching out for miles,
setting fire to your brain,
will you ever be the same.
look what you done now,
we need another.
you act like "outta space"
down under cover.
we got phenomenon,
who runs each other.
whos gonna generate?
whos gonna suffer?
i see yr stupid face,
yr toxic lover.
you touching raw nerves..we need some cover
you making contact, you mutherfucker...
theres no direction,
we blow yr cover.
Erase memories erase files,
see it stretching out for miles,
setting fire to your brain,
will you ever be the same.
NEW WAVE MACHINE.
yeah well the new wave machine,
is killing it self again.
yeah the new wave machine-*3
is killing itself again.
Yeah well everythings this,
and everything is that
get blood on yr fuckin Gucci hat...
SMASH THE EMERGENCY GLASS.
come over here...
are you doin some wrong.
smash the emergency glass,
do not wait too long.
drag it out too the open,
you got some bridges to burn,
watch the ice getting thinner,
yeah some people never learn.
smash the emergency glass.
hey!
come over here...
i think yr doin some things,
that makes me think out a loud,
i think i hear the phone ring.
(a-ha)
she is concealing the weapon,
like the rest in L.A.
i wanna search through the premises...
i wanna see where its laid.
like a lightning rod conducting me,
its getting harder these days ,
just to know what to believe
smash the emergency glass.
like a lightning rod conducting me,
its getting harder these days ,
just to know what to believe
WE GOT THE VENOM.
can you really fuse together punk rock music and house, dance music?
see the light
now you got some feeling.
hypnotised they all reach for the ceiling.
hypnotised like one whole nation...
or tuned into the same mass station.
can you really fuse together punk rock music and house, dance music? apparently its called punk-house.
we got the venon.
v-e-n-o-m.*4
Give us something we can dance too,
you fuckin stinky punks*4
can you really fuse together punk rock music and house, dance music? apparently its called punk-house.
we got the venon.
v-e-n-o-m.*6
ive us something we can dance too,
you fuckin stinky punks*4
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
yeah well join us now...
whos ya daddy?
can we get together
and spend a little time
hang out at the triple x
that would be just fine.
baby lets get freaky
and come on out with me.
we can play doctors and nurses
you could examine me.
ohhh
sweet talking jive
that makes us all wetter.
activates our senses
we must take what we can get.
come on over baby and show us what you got.
yeah well come on our baby and i can find that spota
come on girls....
whose ya daddy.
can we get together
and we can have some fun.
you can do a little dance
and i could bang your drums
ohhh
baby like get nasty lets
and come on out with me.
we could play donkey kong
and you could rescue me.
quit your fussin baby
lets have a good time
im feeling kinda sexy because you are all mine
come on over baby
and show us how to move
come on over baby and we can play it smooth
ahh yeah.