by bit bit by bit Everyone's going to be free But they'll have to agree to be free They'll have to agree to be less free than me 'Cos I rule the world
rules, hardcore rules. Pack up the van let's travel around. Hardcore rules, hardcore rules. Friends from the east to the west. Hardcore rules, hardcore rules
Verse 1: Wakes up in the morning and he crawls out of his bead tucks the G.I. Joe sheets in and heads straight for the t.v. set up late from the night
Verse 1: Stop I don't want to fight there's nothing to argue I know I'm rite don't tell me the things I shoud do I know what I want and I'll get it
Verse 1: She wakes up to the sun break tired from being out late headache still baked knows not where she is body feeling sore from the floor she is
Verse 1: We could pack the car rite now and leave this town forever maybe go where the weathers warm to the coast of California we could live in
Verse 1: Pardon me for a minute of your time I can see things revolve aroundyour world your a very busy girl still I was hoping you might try real
scream and shout about it, make sure it's good and loud, if you're unsure about it, it really doesn't matter anyhow who says there are rules to follow
world gone crazed? Like, fatal flesh wounds when you just got grazed or Walkin' up and point blank shot from a twelve guage There's no respect for the rules
you Sometimes jacks will rule the realm sometimes jealousy will dwell you can't begin to dispel when you can not even tell sometimes jacks will rule
you will be nothing but an empty page of history Auschwitz rules over the torah Auschwitz rules over the coran Auschwitz rules over the bible Auschwitz rules
pass (as a warrior) Fight, kill without fear. In a time, where magic spells and gods ruled. In a time where Wotan held his hand above us. Welcome into a time, ruled
The party's over A CD skipping It's the same hook repeating Grows more grating with each passing second... And the walls contain a resonation, laughter
It was a birthday gift of a Mexican Telecaster And from this day on I will play along to all my young pioneers records And there will be a poetry spoken
You have no right to tell us what to do You have no balls to tell us what to do You got no right to tell us what to do You got not balls to tell us
she'll shoot them all down, Coz Alisha Rules The World So line up your soldiers and she'll shoot them all down, Coz Alisha Rules The World Alisha Rules
hang 'em out to dry Sprinkle a little big strong fairy dust right into their eyes It's the Golden Rule So I read in some poem somewhere It's the Golden Rule
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