| Song | The Buzz Kill |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | A Healthy Distrust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Frances | |
| (Recorded Voice) | |
| You are listening to the heartbeat of the | |
| SageSage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation | |
| As well as split second calculation | |
| To protect the future of | |
| AmericaThe defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now | |
| But Sage needed more than this | |
| New concepts, new tools, new weapons | |
| By analyzing the past, | |
| Sage can project into the future(Sage Francis) | |
| I used to think that rappers had it figured out | |
| Brass Monkey, | |
| St. Ides, | |
| Old English, and | |
| Guiness Stout | |
| Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite | |
| Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life | |
| Now I thought suicide was a suburban myth | |
| I couldn't see my own hands being the ones | |
| I'm murdered with | |
| That is until | |
| I travelled this world a bit | |
| I understand now if | |
| I lose my nerve | |
| I'll get the girl to do it! | |
| She heard the music but preferred the person, she's worth it | |
| The only one | |
| I left behind the curtain to work with | |
| Pushin' buttons and playin' with levers | |
| We'll stay together as long as | |
| I'm honest in my songs(Radio) | |
| Suckers never play this | |
| Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists | |
| Poorly developed, yet highly advanced | |
| The black music intertwined with the white man's line dance(Recorded Voice) | |
| Supersonic, super destructive, seemingly unresistable | |
| On the job, around the clock, with 24 hour a day reliability | |
| Constantly monitoring, pulse-taking, controlling | |
| Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which could be understood at a glance(Sage Francis) | |
| It's not only a time | |
| I'm keptBusy with shivers and cold shakes | |
| Sitting on snow banks | |
| Waiting to be delivered some soulmates | |
| Or waitLift and tuck my fate for several levels | |
| Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils | |
| My breath resembles the smell of flowers | |
| Yanked from life, placed in a vase | |
| Sits and wilts and watch 'em dies in the name of grave mistakes | |
| That we all make | |
| Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong | |
| Throw me a reindeer | |
| John letter party | |
| And ill be there with bells on | |
| Hell spawn | |
| So if he calls the city hall | |
| They still got the gall | |
| To blame the victory on biggie smalls | |
| From strip malls | |
| To strip clubs | |
| They slip drugs | |
| Into the drinks that kids love | |
| Tell us to drink up and get buzzed | |
| This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle | |
| Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle | |
| With my guns drawn and sword out | |
| Pointed towards the couthouse | |
| I sort out words from my war torn mouth | |
| I disassociate the actions with their meanings | |
| Songs from "ends justify their means" mentality | |
| Plus I'm bleeding | |
| Give me a bandaid a band that can play | |
| A fanbase with hearing aids and a voice like a hand grenade | |
| I pull the wool over their vision | |
| Pull the pin and push it in 'em | |
| Using women as a pin cusion | |
| A super villian | |
| With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste | |
| We'll see who laughs last all the way to foreign banks(Recorded Voice) | |
| Ready to take over in a matter of secondsto protect the future of | |
| AmericaSage also has protection too(Come on come on, feel it feel it) | |
| The protection which comes with the possesion weapons of retaliation | |
| But is this protection enough?(Sage Francis)(I was) | |
| I was B-boyin' in my former body | |
| Singing all the songs at parties | |
| Now I'm like don't let nobody | |
| Through the door in the hotel lobby | |
| I'd wear Armani if they endorse me | |
| So people who are poor can rob me | |
| Then forcefully sex me up | |
| Color me confused when they paint issues black and white | |
| Resuscitate their grey matter right back to life | |
| It's my destiny she wants me she beckons | |
| She left me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds | |
| I'm certified fresh | |
| Our freedom kissed the | |
| French for their political dissent | |
| Like *mwah* | |
| I do it with tongue this time | |
| And take that bovine blood out your wine | |
| And take that statue back to the lab it was created at | |
| Your huddled masses yearning to breath free | |
| Take 'em back! | |
| Your homeless tempest-tossed to me | |
| Take 'em back! | |
| The U-S-A has cracked(Recorded Voice) | |
| And as long as we're on guard | |
| As long as we're ready to look ahead | |
| To move ahead | |
| The future of | |
| America is secure |
| zuo qu : Frances | |
| Recorded Voice | |
| You are listening to the heartbeat of the | |
| SageSage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation | |
| As well as split second calculation | |
| To protect the future of | |
| AmericaThe defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now | |
| But Sage needed more than this | |
| New concepts, new tools, new weapons | |
| By analyzing the past, | |
| Sage can project into the future Sage Francis | |
| I used to think that rappers had it figured out | |
| Brass Monkey, | |
| St. Ides, | |
| Old English, and | |
| Guiness Stout | |
| Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite | |
| Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life | |
| Now I thought suicide was a suburban myth | |
| I couldn' t see my own hands being the ones | |
| I' m murdered with | |
| That is until | |
| I travelled this world a bit | |
| I understand now if | |
| I lose my nerve | |
| I' ll get the girl to do it! | |
| She heard the music but preferred the person, she' s worth it | |
| The only one | |
| I left behind the curtain to work with | |
| Pushin' buttons and playin' with levers | |
| We' ll stay together as long as | |
| I' m honest in my songs Radio | |
| Suckers never play this | |
| Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists | |
| Poorly developed, yet highly advanced | |
| The black music intertwined with the white man' s line dance Recorded Voice | |
| Supersonic, super destructive, seemingly unresistable | |
| On the job, around the clock, with 24 hour a day reliability | |
| Constantly monitoring, pulsetaking, controlling | |
| Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which could be understood at a glance Sage Francis | |
| It' s not only a time | |
| I' m keptBusy with shivers and cold shakes | |
| Sitting on snow banks | |
| Waiting to be delivered some soulmates | |
| Or waitLift and tuck my fate for several levels | |
| Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils | |
| My breath resembles the smell of flowers | |
| Yanked from life, placed in a vase | |
| Sits and wilts and watch ' em dies in the name of grave mistakes | |
| That we all make | |
| Believe that we' re getting by treating ourselves wrong | |
| Throw me a reindeer | |
| John letter party | |
| And ill be there with bells on | |
| Hell spawn | |
| So if he calls the city hall | |
| They still got the gall | |
| To blame the victory on biggie smalls | |
| From strip malls | |
| To strip clubs | |
| They slip drugs | |
| Into the drinks that kids love | |
| Tell us to drink up and get buzzed | |
| This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle | |
| Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle | |
| With my guns drawn and sword out | |
| Pointed towards the couthouse | |
| I sort out words from my war torn mouth | |
| I disassociate the actions with their meanings | |
| Songs from " ends justify their means" mentality | |
| Plus I' m bleeding | |
| Give me a bandaid a band that can play | |
| A fanbase with hearing aids and a voice like a hand grenade | |
| I pull the wool over their vision | |
| Pull the pin and push it in ' em | |
| Using women as a pin cusion | |
| A super villian | |
| With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste | |
| We' ll see who laughs last all the way to foreign banks Recorded Voice | |
| Ready to take over in a matter of secondsto protect the future of | |
| AmericaSage also has protection too Come on come on, feel it feel it | |
| The protection which comes with the possesion weapons of retaliation | |
| But is this protection enough? Sage Francis I was | |
| I was Bboyin' in my former body | |
| Singing all the songs at parties | |
| Now I' m like don' t let nobody | |
| Through the door in the hotel lobby | |
| I' d wear Armani if they endorse me | |
| So people who are poor can rob me | |
| Then forcefully sex me up | |
| Color me confused when they paint issues black and white | |
| Resuscitate their grey matter right back to life | |
| It' s my destiny she wants me she beckons | |
| She left me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds | |
| I' m certified fresh | |
| Our freedom kissed the | |
| French for their political dissent | |
| Like mwah | |
| I do it with tongue this time | |
| And take that bovine blood out your wine | |
| And take that statue back to the lab it was created at | |
| Your huddled masses yearning to breath free | |
| Take ' em back! | |
| Your homeless tempesttossed to me | |
| Take ' em back! | |
| The USA has cracked Recorded Voice | |
| And as long as we' re on guard | |
| As long as we' re ready to look ahead | |
| To move ahead | |
| The future of | |
| America is secure |
| zuò qǔ : Frances | |
| Recorded Voice | |
| You are listening to the heartbeat of the | |
| SageSage posses the newest and most revolutionary advance in split second presentation | |
| As well as split second calculation | |
| To protect the future of | |
| AmericaThe defense techniques of tomorrow had to be discovered now | |
| But Sage needed more than this | |
| New concepts, new tools, new weapons | |
| By analyzing the past, | |
| Sage can project into the future Sage Francis | |
| I used to think that rappers had it figured out | |
| Brass Monkey, | |
| St. Ides, | |
| Old English, and | |
| Guiness Stout | |
| Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite | |
| Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life | |
| Now I thought suicide was a suburban myth | |
| I couldn' t see my own hands being the ones | |
| I' m murdered with | |
| That is until | |
| I travelled this world a bit | |
| I understand now if | |
| I lose my nerve | |
| I' ll get the girl to do it! | |
| She heard the music but preferred the person, she' s worth it | |
| The only one | |
| I left behind the curtain to work with | |
| Pushin' buttons and playin' with levers | |
| We' ll stay together as long as | |
| I' m honest in my songs Radio | |
| Suckers never play this | |
| Scared shitless of dismissing clear channel playlists | |
| Poorly developed, yet highly advanced | |
| The black music intertwined with the white man' s line dance Recorded Voice | |
| Supersonic, super destructive, seemingly unresistable | |
| On the job, around the clock, with 24 hour a day reliability | |
| Constantly monitoring, pulsetaking, controlling | |
| Into a continuous flow of interpretation, which could be understood at a glance Sage Francis | |
| It' s not only a time | |
| I' m keptBusy with shivers and cold shakes | |
| Sitting on snow banks | |
| Waiting to be delivered some soulmates | |
| Or waitLift and tuck my fate for several levels | |
| Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils | |
| My breath resembles the smell of flowers | |
| Yanked from life, placed in a vase | |
| Sits and wilts and watch ' em dies in the name of grave mistakes | |
| That we all make | |
| Believe that we' re getting by treating ourselves wrong | |
| Throw me a reindeer | |
| John letter party | |
| And ill be there with bells on | |
| Hell spawn | |
| So if he calls the city hall | |
| They still got the gall | |
| To blame the victory on biggie smalls | |
| From strip malls | |
| To strip clubs | |
| They slip drugs | |
| Into the drinks that kids love | |
| Tell us to drink up and get buzzed | |
| This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle | |
| Emerge from the dust kicked up in the uphill battle | |
| With my guns drawn and sword out | |
| Pointed towards the couthouse | |
| I sort out words from my war torn mouth | |
| I disassociate the actions with their meanings | |
| Songs from " ends justify their means" mentality | |
| Plus I' m bleeding | |
| Give me a bandaid a band that can play | |
| A fanbase with hearing aids and a voice like a hand grenade | |
| I pull the wool over their vision | |
| Pull the pin and push it in ' em | |
| Using women as a pin cusion | |
| A super villian | |
| With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste | |
| We' ll see who laughs last all the way to foreign banks Recorded Voice | |
| Ready to take over in a matter of secondsto protect the future of | |
| AmericaSage also has protection too Come on come on, feel it feel it | |
| The protection which comes with the possesion weapons of retaliation | |
| But is this protection enough? Sage Francis I was | |
| I was Bboyin' in my former body | |
| Singing all the songs at parties | |
| Now I' m like don' t let nobody | |
| Through the door in the hotel lobby | |
| I' d wear Armani if they endorse me | |
| So people who are poor can rob me | |
| Then forcefully sex me up | |
| Color me confused when they paint issues black and white | |
| Resuscitate their grey matter right back to life | |
| It' s my destiny she wants me she beckons | |
| She left me for dead but death didnt want no sloppy seconds | |
| I' m certified fresh | |
| Our freedom kissed the | |
| French for their political dissent | |
| Like mwah | |
| I do it with tongue this time | |
| And take that bovine blood out your wine | |
| And take that statue back to the lab it was created at | |
| Your huddled masses yearning to breath free | |
| Take ' em back! | |
| Your homeless tempesttossed to me | |
| Take ' em back! | |
| The USA has cracked Recorded Voice | |
| And as long as we' re on guard | |
| As long as we' re ready to look ahead | |
| To move ahead | |
| The future of | |
| America is secure |