paroles de chanson Choking On The Wishbone - Atmosphere
[Slug]
This
one
goes
out
to
all
of
those
that
want
success
Wait,
not
just
the
ones
that
want
it
This
goes
to
those
that
feel
they
deserve
it
And
this
one
goes
to
all
of
those
that
make
the
moves
And
those
that
have
paid
the
dues
To
all
of
those
that
walk
the
fine
line
on
the
edge
To
all
the
heads
about
to
break
it
loose
And
you
don′t
want
to
come
close
to
feeling
it
Initial
reaction
like
"Yo,
I
don't
give
a
shh..."
After
a
minute
within
it,
they
start
to
think
"Why
the
hell
they
didn′t
get
it,
did
they
not
hear
what
he
speaks?"
They
don't
know
me,
it's
best
that
way
Let
′em
look
for
tomorrow
in
yesterday
And
let
me
strain
my
lungs
for
the
love
of
popping
amps
Let
me
spike
the
ball
because
I
don′t
like
to
dance
Let
me
paint
a
picture
on
the
surface
of
your
mind
I
got
a
job
at
the
circus
and
I
quit
writing
rhymes
Now
I
travel
from
city
to
city,
life
of
a
gypsy
Gravel,
grass,
concrete,
folk
law
and
mystery
Yo,
looking
at
my
Gucci,
it's
about
that
time
For
me
to
pawn
this
piece
of
junk
and
try
to
take
some
of
these
finds
Fly
angel
fly,
don′t
ever
look
back
You
better
scoop
that
dead
rat
off
the
track,
go
home
and
cook
that
Maybe
you
should
trade
that
Mustang
for
a
Jeep
So
when
you
get
too
drunk
to
drive,
you'll
have
a
dry
place
to
sleep
Don′t
forget
what
chocolate
milk
does
to
the
hangover
Come
on,
who
you
think
cut
the
tires
on
your
Land
Rover?
Twist
the
nobs
and
chew
the
fat
off
the
shish
kebab
Ditch
the
lard
that
cut
my
hair
and
made
me
quit
my
job
And
if
I
pass
before
they
get
a
chance
to
hear
me
Tell
'em
"Kiss
my
ass"
and
teach
′em
all
about
my
theory
[Chorus:
4x]
Choking
on
a
wishbone,
position
blown
out
the
frame
Pissed
on
the
remains
to
mark
the
spot
and
spark
the
flame
[Slug]
It
never
settles,
the
constant
grinding
of
metal
Against
complicated
timing,
developing
my
threshold
Touching
the
gestalt
with
a
little
reverb
and
some
echo
To
add
extra
flavor
like
pesto
Yo,
the
cards
are
dealt
and
now
I'm
staring
at
my
hand
Looking
for
something
to
toss,
tryna
find
a
spot
to
stand
The
anger
felt
as
I
look
across
the
land
It
doesn't
equal
to
the
eagerness
and
hunger
to
expand
Move
past,
the
berry
is
set,
the
previous
sets
Carry
me
through
the
meaninglessness
Here
I
am
with
the
word
extracting
nerves
Running
toward
the
stage
(here
we
go)
to
watch
the
crash
occur
[Chorus:
2X]
[Slug]
Put
your
head
on
the
pillow
and
shut
your
eyes
Take
your
mind
out
the
ghetto
and
touch
the
sky
Then
come
ease
down
that
much
feared
trail
of
blood,
sweat
and
love
Instead
of
flame,
crying
tears
in
the
rain
The
blunder
game,
and
it
drowned
out
the
hunger
pains
Numbed
the
brain
and
played
life
like
a
numbers
game
Poppa
needs
a
new
pair
of
nuts,
cause
he
lost
touch
With
the
last
ones
fastened
to
the
bottom
of
his
guts
Yo,
they
don′t
know
me,
it′s
best
that
way
Let
'em
look
for
tomorrow
in
yesterday
This
child
is
your
fate
so
let
′em
play
I
bet
I
know
your
age
and
I
can
guess
your
weight
Wait,
wait,
how
can
it
be
so
simple
and
straight?
And
why
the
hell
ain't
you
tripping
to
make
some
ripples
in
the
lake?
I
can′t
figure
it
out,
for
God's
sake
arguing
a
lost
case
As
it
irritates
my
prostate,
and
when
I
sit
home
alone
I
kick
over
the
telephone
and
catch
my
zone
inside
the
dial
tone
[Chorus]
[Multiple
recordings
of
Slug
talking
play
together
for
38
seconds]
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1 Sep Seven Game Show Theme
2 Round and Round
3 Tracksmart (feat. Mr. Gene Poole)
4 Choking On The Wishbone
5 The Jackpot / Swept Away
6 At It Again
7 The Stick Up (feat. Eyedea)
8 Lyle Lovette
9 Higher Learning
10 To The Break Of Sean
11 Deer Wolf
12 Molly Cool
13 Dungeons and Dragons (feat. Musab)
14 Anterlude
15 Advanced Communications
16 A Tall Seven and Seven
17 3.2 Red Dog
18 The Abusing of The Rib
19 Write Now (Multiples No. 4)
20 I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give
21 Heart
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