4. This Funky Style

Posted on: August 6th, 2015 by admin

Can you dig this funky style? Does it make you go wild?
You know it’s not real unless it’s Nudity is not a Crime.
We’re a bag of dimes that you can’t deny.
Just listening to our shit will make you demonize.
It will make you crave for more.
You could call it antidisestablishmentarianism.
Some people will hate us, though.
But we still will be beautiful just like a rainbow through a prism.
And all you haters out there will suffer from
pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
But all you lovers out there will be granted a
place in an almighty naked symbiosis.
So how’s it gonna be, boy?
So how’s it gonna be, girl?
Can you dig this funky style or not?
How’s it gonna be, boy? How’s it gonna be, girl?

Can you see me now?
The show goes on ’til the break of dawn.
Can you feel me now?
Now put your hands in the air, come on.
Time´s run out but we are still here. Yeah.
And did you hear about this funky style?

Can you dig this funky style? Does it make you go wild?
Hell yeah! We’re all gonna die someday anyhow.
So let loose all the sanity in the membrane.
Cuz’ it takes a fool to remain sane.
And when hell reigns, providing insane pain,
we’re gonna fight back so hard until late game.
You might see eights rays, but it’s just a fake play.
You could get lost in a great maze so you better make haste.
And Nudity is not a Crime’s gonna watch your back, so you can relax.
We’re gonna cover your ass until the last of this
battle has turned out to be one hell of a mess.
This funky style is what´s going to save ya.
This funky style is gonna turn the world into the greater.
This funky style is so sublime.
This funky style is Nudity is not a Crime.

Can you see me now?
The show goes on ’til the break of dawn.
Can you feel me now?
Now put your hands in the air, come on.
Time´s run out but we are still here. Yeah.
And did you hear about this funky style?

Back in the days, in a radiant phase of life,
we all found ourselves wandering around.
It came as no surprise. If you wanna supervise,
you might end up dead, old and grey.
Smoldered days are what we got left. Time theft.
You can’t get ’em back no matter how much you want ’em.
Cold and stray deep inside my chest. Life messed.
What to believe when all the ladders bows all of a sudden?
Can you see me now?
I dropped my cloak a while ago,
so I didn’t have to walk with ghosts.
The ability of invisibility can be a utility
while infiltrating different kinds of facilities.
But what about the dignity?
Look into my eyes. Tell me what you see? What can you find?
Can you see me now, can you feel me now? Hurry up!
Hourglasses breaking. I don’t know how but time is running out!

Can you see me now?
The show goes on ’til the break of dawn.
Can you feel me now?
Now put your hands in the air, come on.
Let me see you loose your mind.
Nudity is not a Crime will wreak some havoc.
Can you see me now?
The show goes on ’til the break of dawn.
Can you feel me now?
Now you hear about this funky style?

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