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I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust, I'm breathing in, the chemicals. gahhh ahhhhhh. I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus. This is it, the apocalypse. woah. I'm waking up, i feel it in my bones. Enough to make my systems go. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Woahhh. woahhh. radioactive. radioactive. Woahhh. woahhh. radioactive. radioactive. I raise my flags, don my clothes, It's a revolution i suppose. We'll paint it red, to fit right in. woah. I'm breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus. This is it, the apocalypse. woah. I'm waking up, i feel it in my bones. Enough to make my systems go. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Welcome to the new age, to the new age. Woahhh. woahhh. radioactive. radioactive. Woahhh. woahhh. radioactive. radioactive. All systems go, sun hasn't

Dashing through the snow In a one horse open sleight Over the fields we go [ we go ] Laughing all the way Bells on bob tails ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to laugh and sing A sleighing song tonight Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleight Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleight A day or two ago I thought I´d take a ride [ A ride ] And soon this pretty girl Was sitting by my side Her lips as red as rose [ So red ] A twinkle in her eye [ bah, bah ] An angel in the snow We rode into the night Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleight Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleight

You got a face like the Madonna Crying tears of gold Been pumping gas At the Texaco road to road You’re on the run Oh baby yeah you’re on the run Oh baby I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for you You give me butterflies Heart skipping one two I know you’re sick boy, I wanna get the flu I’m running temperatures Thinking of your love, boo. Brooklyn move my soul like this Kissing my stilettos move Your mouth up to my lips Come on over ghetto baby (He said show me what you got girl) Come on over ghetto baby (Drop it like it’s hot girl) I know your lips say That you wanna but your heart’s a no But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me Hold me You’re so fun B-baby you are so much fun B-baby My local rock star, The really big crew I’m feeling you boy, You’re liking me too I’m clocking chicks left and right Just to get to you You’re out there on the grind now come home to your Queen, boo. Brooklyn mo