Horror-scope

In surround sound
Ye ye

Na nar nar na nar na
Nar na nar na na nar na
Fleeing out on...
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I'm Leo
Not lyi-on
The scope of this horror's got you crying
Girl's not Taurus but they get rammed
If the State's not for us then they get slammed
This two-faced Gemini clang
Got the twelve tribes forming a gang
Balance light up the whole ying yang
Libra sting like Scorpion leader
Tame Sagis - william
Easy now
Connected with the land
Still it's breezy in Perth's sands

Bringing in stage bands
Donation yoga for the warriors
In surround sound
Joy and thunder to the crown crown
Cos man won't air these tunes
Even Aries doomed!

Psychotronic weapons - looney tunes
Charge to dome - Blanker
Charge to your home - banker
Charge when I roam
It's the legions of our cancers
Man we're cosmic dancers
Do not pay
For the tankers from your pension to bomb man
It's not clever

Do rhymes work yoga all day
Even on the world cup
Or that day when the sun is up in the UK

So who's to say UK's waste land?... no no
London is a hole though Don't go though
The heart's alive in Glastonbury
People know know there
They're happy loco there
Talk of power hope and Guy Fawkes
As the chem-trails shower us
Oh no no
Me toe toe toe
Your metals don't dull my mojo jo
I got petals for you girls and soldiers

Flower power part two

When they turn their guns on you my dear
Better go go soon - like a pole dancer
Cos man are coming up and rulers going down
Like a yo yo yo
Why you not diss the Queeny?
But you call your girlfriend a hoe?
Even though she's got no empathy
A psycho control the po po

Horror-scope Horror-scope
Slave man are getting the collars choked
Man are fleeing out on boat
And the spokes people nah step up yet
Horror-scope Horror-scope
Slave man are getting the collars choked
Man are fleeing out on boat
(Nineteen ninety-nine)
I think the Queen died...

Cos they can pull out a limelight thief
From anyone who's too weak to speak
Or who's in fear off changing
Who thinks they need their creations rearranging:
YOU DO NOT NEED YOUR CREATIONS REARRANGING!
So quit your bitching
And your wining
Its not a strange thing
It's a divine thing
(To the heaven)

You can't dissect this intellect with a medic
Or psychological - hereditary explanation
No no no
This bipolar sensation
Means I williaum see more than just the vibration
That's level one stuff (Fleeing out on...)

Vibrating me
You can make your girl happy
Or buy a vibrator
Yeah I'm rabbiting on
Cos I turned my happiness on
And parted ways from my lies
Cos only through the dark of the eyes
Of the heart
Can Leo tear apart this zodiac chart

Horror-scope Horror-scope
Slave man are getting the collars choked
Man are fleeing out on boat
To the heaven (na nar na nar na)
Horror-scope Horror-scope
Slave man are getting the collars choked
Man are fleeing out on boat
To the heaven Ye ye

Cos there 'aint no reptile
On the circle
And nobody wants to be left behind
But when the stars bleed red tears for what we've done
And still do to man kind
It's an embedded horror show My gosh
Horror show

Tear apart this zodiac chart

Horror-scope Horror-scope
Slave man are getting the collars choked
Man are fleeing out on boat
The spokes people
Nah step up yet
Horror-scope Horror-scope
Slave man are getting the collars choked
Man are fleeing out on boat
To the heaven To the heaven
Fleeing out on boat
Ye ye

Tear apart this zodiac chart

Fleeing out on

To the heaven

Humble Pie to the thrown cheats



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Writer(s): William Forde
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