NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
- lichenthroat
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NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Pump the Brakes
by Lichen Throat
(Ohne Ruhm entry)
House of children, with their necks stuck in the rails,
Or tumbling down the stairs, head over heels.
Eldest daughter, with an ink-stained ponytail,
And all so pale and thin from uncooked meals.
Listen, mother, charity begins at home;
Watch your kids before your scant attentions roam.
You send letters; everyone will know you tried
To help poor Africans grow coffee beans.
Thoughts of distant natives make you misty-eyed,
So you practice telescopic philanthropy.
Your big house out in the English countryside
Makes a fine example of entropy.
Open your eyes, Mrs. Jellyby;
Help someone you can actually see.
Pump the brakes on spreading British ways around.
Fix the broken pumps they drink from in your town.
Hide your right hand; put your shoulder to the plow;
Local people need what you can give.
No good comes from seeming busier than thou,
Or telling distant strangers how to live.
You drink coffee while your squalid children fight.
No one reads the endless letters that you write.
by Lichen Throat
(Ohne Ruhm entry)
House of children, with their necks stuck in the rails,
Or tumbling down the stairs, head over heels.
Eldest daughter, with an ink-stained ponytail,
And all so pale and thin from uncooked meals.
Listen, mother, charity begins at home;
Watch your kids before your scant attentions roam.
You send letters; everyone will know you tried
To help poor Africans grow coffee beans.
Thoughts of distant natives make you misty-eyed,
So you practice telescopic philanthropy.
Your big house out in the English countryside
Makes a fine example of entropy.
Open your eyes, Mrs. Jellyby;
Help someone you can actually see.
Pump the brakes on spreading British ways around.
Fix the broken pumps they drink from in your town.
Hide your right hand; put your shoulder to the plow;
Local people need what you can give.
No good comes from seeming busier than thou,
Or telling distant strangers how to live.
You drink coffee while your squalid children fight.
No one reads the endless letters that you write.
- ariskofrain
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
pump the brakes
i hate you for what you've said
while you hate me for who i am
i can't change my gender
like you assholes say i can
when you write your articles
i wonder if you mean it
you have to know we're suffering
but caring is inconvenient
cause i know people who have died
way before their time
and i'm only twenty three
so i don't think that that is fine
so will you give a shit or
tell us that we shouldn’t swear
like hearing us say rude words
is anything like what we have to bear
the way some of us get comfortable
you call it "mutilation"
but i don’t know where i would be
if not for simple medication
i hate you for who you are
yeah, i think it's in your guts
that you'd rather have blood on your hands
than have us kick up a fuss
cause i know people who have died
way before their time
and i'm only twenty three
and i don’t think that it is right
so will you give a shit or
tell me i should pump the brakes
like me yelling for change
is worse than anything we have to take
i want you to feel guilty
i want you to feel blame
i want you to wake up tomorrow
overcome with shame
i want you to get nauseous
when somebody says your name
for every inch of hurt you cause
i want you to feel the same
i want you to start crying
i want you to hate yourself
i'm not saying that you killed someone
but you didn't fucking help
i want you to break all your limbs
so you know how pain felt
and in your darkest days
i hope you have no-one left
cause i know people who have died
way before their time
and i'm only twenty three
so i don't think that that is fine
i hate you for what you've said
while you hate me for who i am
i can't change my gender
like you assholes say i can
when you write your articles
i wonder if you mean it
you have to know we're suffering
but caring is inconvenient
cause i know people who have died
way before their time
and i'm only twenty three
so i don't think that that is fine
so will you give a shit or
tell us that we shouldn’t swear
like hearing us say rude words
is anything like what we have to bear
the way some of us get comfortable
you call it "mutilation"
but i don’t know where i would be
if not for simple medication
i hate you for who you are
yeah, i think it's in your guts
that you'd rather have blood on your hands
than have us kick up a fuss
cause i know people who have died
way before their time
and i'm only twenty three
and i don’t think that it is right
so will you give a shit or
tell me i should pump the brakes
like me yelling for change
is worse than anything we have to take
i want you to feel guilty
i want you to feel blame
i want you to wake up tomorrow
overcome with shame
i want you to get nauseous
when somebody says your name
for every inch of hurt you cause
i want you to feel the same
i want you to start crying
i want you to hate yourself
i'm not saying that you killed someone
but you didn't fucking help
i want you to break all your limbs
so you know how pain felt
and in your darkest days
i hope you have no-one left
cause i know people who have died
way before their time
and i'm only twenty three
so i don't think that that is fine
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
the Sunday Colors
Pump the Brakes
I drove due south to Fort Lauderdale on a weekend morning
You’d fallen and broken your ribs and were in the hospital
I’d come to feed your cat and make sure you were alright
I couldn’t brace myself for what I knew I’d find
Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones
Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone
Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn
I thought of your anger and the words you’d forgot and I know you deserve to die alone
I was following a long-rehearsed script, but in my heart I was lost
The cat was fed, so I drove to the Holy Cross
I watched you drooling in your hospital gown
And I thought all you’ll ever be is all you are now
Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones
Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone
Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn
I thought of your anger and the words you’d forgot and I know you deserve to die alone
When you were mad you'd change so completely
Slam your fist and shout and throw your keys at me
Now you think there’s something wrong with me?
Pump the brakes, you’ve got another thing coming
You’d called my sister last night, and you said it was too much to take
But before you now I was a man, so you thought you had to fake
You laughed and you bragged and you said, “I have a very high tolerance for pain”
But I was suspicious of Dilaudid in your veins
Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones
Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone
Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn
I thought of my anger and the love I’d forgot and I know I deserve to die alone
Pump the Brakes
I drove due south to Fort Lauderdale on a weekend morning
You’d fallen and broken your ribs and were in the hospital
I’d come to feed your cat and make sure you were alright
I couldn’t brace myself for what I knew I’d find
Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones
Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone
Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn
I thought of your anger and the words you’d forgot and I know you deserve to die alone
I was following a long-rehearsed script, but in my heart I was lost
The cat was fed, so I drove to the Holy Cross
I watched you drooling in your hospital gown
And I thought all you’ll ever be is all you are now
Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones
Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone
Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn
I thought of your anger and the words you’d forgot and I know you deserve to die alone
When you were mad you'd change so completely
Slam your fist and shout and throw your keys at me
Now you think there’s something wrong with me?
Pump the brakes, you’ve got another thing coming
You’d called my sister last night, and you said it was too much to take
But before you now I was a man, so you thought you had to fake
You laughed and you bragged and you said, “I have a very high tolerance for pain”
But I was suspicious of Dilaudid in your veins
Plastic bottles stacked to the ceiling like old forgotten bones
Some once-complete person passed through each one, and now I know that person is gone
Clear liquid in a coffee mug and a drawer stash riddled with porn
I thought of my anger and the love I’d forgot and I know I deserve to die alone
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Pump the Brakes
by Max Bombast
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
This is the future calling and you better pickup what I'm laying down
There ain't no use in stalling so I might as well just go and say it out loud
It's 2019; you know better than to take that shit out of the ground
Who do you think you're fooling when you say it's cool while the house burns down
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
I know you wanna go fast but you kicked the Earth's ass
To get a little more boom in your ride that raised the tide
Which you knew at the time but you never decided to
Stop, drop and roll on by the bike store where you can
Get a ride for the days you are able to get there on time
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
by Max Bombast
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
This is the future calling and you better pickup what I'm laying down
There ain't no use in stalling so I might as well just go and say it out loud
It's 2019; you know better than to take that shit out of the ground
Who do you think you're fooling when you say it's cool while the house burns down
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
I know you wanna go fast but you kicked the Earth's ass
To get a little more boom in your ride that raised the tide
Which you knew at the time but you never decided to
Stop, drop and roll on by the bike store where you can
Get a ride for the days you are able to get there on time
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
Pump The Brakes
- glennny
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Faster Jackalope
Frisbee- Brutus Vocals, Guitar
Truth- Popeye Vocals, Banjo
glennny- Bass, guitar, Mandolin, Glockenspiel
Steve G- Drums
Pump the Brakes
Verse 1, Brutus:
She is so beautiful
You don’t deserve to breathe the same air
With those crazy big forearms
No biceps at all, now what’s that about?
Pre-Chorus, Popeye:
We keep sliding faster down this slippery slope
Better pump the brakes
In a moment we’re bound to go fisticuffs
I’ves had all I can take
And I can’t takes no more
Chorus, Brutus:
Spinach is gross and so are you chump
Smacking that corn cob pipe
I’ll knock you down with one belly bump
And keep Olive Oyl warm at night
Why don’t you sail away forever?
What I’ve got you cannot get from a can
I know someday we’ll be together
You half wit pseudo sailor man
Verse2, Brutus:
You keep one eye always closed
you have iridocyclitis
Your arms are really messed up
with olecranon bursitis
Pre-Chorus-Popeye:
We keep sliding faster down this slippery slope
Better pump the brakes
In a moment we’re bound to go fisticuffs
I’ves had all I can take
And I can’t takes no more
Chorus
Chorus
(Note: Olecranon bursitis is “Popeye elbow”)
Frisbee- Brutus Vocals, Guitar
Truth- Popeye Vocals, Banjo
glennny- Bass, guitar, Mandolin, Glockenspiel
Steve G- Drums
Pump the Brakes
Verse 1, Brutus:
She is so beautiful
You don’t deserve to breathe the same air
With those crazy big forearms
No biceps at all, now what’s that about?
Pre-Chorus, Popeye:
We keep sliding faster down this slippery slope
Better pump the brakes
In a moment we’re bound to go fisticuffs
I’ves had all I can take
And I can’t takes no more
Chorus, Brutus:
Spinach is gross and so are you chump
Smacking that corn cob pipe
I’ll knock you down with one belly bump
And keep Olive Oyl warm at night
Why don’t you sail away forever?
What I’ve got you cannot get from a can
I know someday we’ll be together
You half wit pseudo sailor man
Verse2, Brutus:
You keep one eye always closed
you have iridocyclitis
Your arms are really messed up
with olecranon bursitis
Pre-Chorus-Popeye:
We keep sliding faster down this slippery slope
Better pump the brakes
In a moment we’re bound to go fisticuffs
I’ves had all I can take
And I can’t takes no more
Chorus
Chorus
(Note: Olecranon bursitis is “Popeye elbow”)
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- thirdcatmusic
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
"Pump The Breaks" - Third Cat
billy you bore me
with your tired stories
i've heard it all before
you know i don't care
about that stupid game
can't take it anymore
you tell me just the same
if you're thinking of coming by unannounced
just take that thought and let it bounce
for fuck's sake
pump the breaks
don't come giving me headaches
leave me alone
don't even call me on the phone
billy you tell me
how these feminazis
make it so hard to be a man
you took the red pill
going your own way
you tell me about your plan
seems like every day
your only tip for the waiter is
"get yourself a better job"
your never give to the homeless 'cause
"nothing but some lazy slobs"
you say "I'm not a racist ... but"
if you're thinking of coming by unannounced
just take that thought and let it bounce
for fuck's sake
pump the breaks
don't come giving me headaches
leave me alone
don't even call me on the phone
if you weren't my brother
and it wouldn't kill our mother
i could do without seeing you again
DNA doesn't make you my friend.
billy you bore me
with your tired stories
i've heard it all before
you know i don't care
about that stupid game
can't take it anymore
you tell me just the same
if you're thinking of coming by unannounced
just take that thought and let it bounce
for fuck's sake
pump the breaks
don't come giving me headaches
leave me alone
don't even call me on the phone
billy you tell me
how these feminazis
make it so hard to be a man
you took the red pill
going your own way
you tell me about your plan
seems like every day
your only tip for the waiter is
"get yourself a better job"
your never give to the homeless 'cause
"nothing but some lazy slobs"
you say "I'm not a racist ... but"
if you're thinking of coming by unannounced
just take that thought and let it bounce
for fuck's sake
pump the breaks
don't come giving me headaches
leave me alone
don't even call me on the phone
if you weren't my brother
and it wouldn't kill our mother
i could do without seeing you again
DNA doesn't make you my friend.
Last edited by thirdcatmusic on Sun May 12, 2019 10:37 am, edited 1 time in total.
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- glennny
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Berkeley Social Scene
glennny-guitars, vox, production, lyrics
Ken- Lyrics, Shakers, Tambo
Geech- Drums, Notes
Martin- Bass, Vox
Pump the Brakes
You could have been the greatest
Even better than the latest
A viral sensation
A standing ovation
you're not so much a good example
as you are a "terrible warning
Whoah, Pump the brakes
You were quite the flake
The sharks were in your face
They put you in your place
You could've been the greatest
Top of every playlist
Internet famous
you said “they’ll critically acclaim us”
a man alone can be dumb
but you're stupidity had teamwork
Whoah, Pump the brakes
You were quite the flake
The sharks are in your face
They put you in your place
Your shot at number 1
You were so young and dumb
Shot for the top of the charts
Your band is a farce
you're got Ray Charles' eye for art
and Van Gogh's ear for music
Don’t pump the brakes
We are raising the stakes
Put you sharks in your place
No time for sour grapes
Don’t pump the brakes
Don’t pump the brakes
No time for flakes
No time for sour grapes
Etc...
glennny-guitars, vox, production, lyrics
Ken- Lyrics, Shakers, Tambo
Geech- Drums, Notes
Martin- Bass, Vox
Pump the Brakes
You could have been the greatest
Even better than the latest
A viral sensation
A standing ovation
you're not so much a good example
as you are a "terrible warning
Whoah, Pump the brakes
You were quite the flake
The sharks were in your face
They put you in your place
You could've been the greatest
Top of every playlist
Internet famous
you said “they’ll critically acclaim us”
a man alone can be dumb
but you're stupidity had teamwork
Whoah, Pump the brakes
You were quite the flake
The sharks are in your face
They put you in your place
Your shot at number 1
You were so young and dumb
Shot for the top of the charts
Your band is a farce
you're got Ray Charles' eye for art
and Van Gogh's ear for music
Don’t pump the brakes
We are raising the stakes
Put you sharks in your place
No time for sour grapes
Don’t pump the brakes
Don’t pump the brakes
No time for flakes
No time for sour grapes
Etc...
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Pump the Brakes - Frankie Big Face
You’re not a bad driver
You are the very worst
But when it comes to breaking down on the side of the road
You always come in first
You’re not improvising
You’re unrehearsed
You’re not a sore loser
You are a wounded fool
For playing at a game no one ever can win
And following the rules
If we could just hold steady
And keep our cool
CHORUS:
We’ve come a long way baby
You’ve been driving all night
The road is kind of winding
But that’s all right
You don’t have to slow down
Everyone makes mistakes
You don’t have to pump the brakes
Forget about the past
And the plans that we made
Switch the headlights off
And don’t be afraid
I don’t want to make it home
I don’t want to play it safe
You don’t have to pump the brakes
You don’t have to pump the brakes
You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed
And you are the dullest
But we’re on this tandem bicycle
Trying to live our lives to the fullest
But when I think about you leaving
That cut is still the cruelest
CHORUS
We take and take
We bend and break
We mend and make
Amends
You’re not a bad driver
You are the very worst
But when it comes to breaking down on the side of the road
You always come in first
You’re not improvising
You’re unrehearsed
You’re not a sore loser
You are a wounded fool
For playing at a game no one ever can win
And following the rules
If we could just hold steady
And keep our cool
CHORUS:
We’ve come a long way baby
You’ve been driving all night
The road is kind of winding
But that’s all right
You don’t have to slow down
Everyone makes mistakes
You don’t have to pump the brakes
Forget about the past
And the plans that we made
Switch the headlights off
And don’t be afraid
I don’t want to make it home
I don’t want to play it safe
You don’t have to pump the brakes
You don’t have to pump the brakes
You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed
And you are the dullest
But we’re on this tandem bicycle
Trying to live our lives to the fullest
But when I think about you leaving
That cut is still the cruelest
CHORUS
We take and take
We bend and break
We mend and make
Amends
- vowlvom
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Vowl Sounds
I tried my best to like her, I swear I really tried
But if she can't be smart and she can't be funny, well, at least she could be nice
But she won't stop nagging you about the little things
like a Charlie Brown adult or a pissed-off Sim
and she never listens to a single word you say
unless she hears the sound of her own name
I can't believe that you're still seeing her (slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late
She doesn't care about anything, just watches QVC
Hang a mirror up inside her cage to keep her company
That's the closest that she'll get to self-reflection
Yeah, I've never heard her ask a single question
I bet the natural reverb in her head is beautiful (beautiful)
such a fine and empty space
I can't believe you're moving in with her (slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late
Our kiss over that ouija board was years ago
and I know that all we are now is old friends
Still, I can't help but think how much better we were together
From that first kiss until our bitter end
I can't believe you're going to marry her (slow, slow down)
Misty-eyed for Miss #1 Mistake
She's not so much a trophy wife as a consolation prize (slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late
I tried my best to like her, I swear I really tried
But if she can't be smart and she can't be funny, well, at least she could be nice
But she won't stop nagging you about the little things
like a Charlie Brown adult or a pissed-off Sim
and she never listens to a single word you say
unless she hears the sound of her own name
I can't believe that you're still seeing her (slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late
She doesn't care about anything, just watches QVC
Hang a mirror up inside her cage to keep her company
That's the closest that she'll get to self-reflection
Yeah, I've never heard her ask a single question
I bet the natural reverb in her head is beautiful (beautiful)
such a fine and empty space
I can't believe you're moving in with her (slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late
Our kiss over that ouija board was years ago
and I know that all we are now is old friends
Still, I can't help but think how much better we were together
From that first kiss until our bitter end
I can't believe you're going to marry her (slow, slow down)
Misty-eyed for Miss #1 Mistake
She's not so much a trophy wife as a consolation prize (slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late
- grumpymike
- Push Comes to Shove
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Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
(Someone had to do it.)
You better pump the breaks
Before you end up in a wreck
You’ve been coasting for far too long
Without breaking a sweat
So keep your eyes on the road
And turn off the cruise control
Because I’m not letting you
Just walk right on through
Without any chance to lose
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You can fool everyone else
But you’re never fooling me
You’ve got them all hypnotized
But I see right through your trickery
You’re out there treading water
While the rest of em drown
Well I’m the leviathan
And I’m here to take you down
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This is a challenge
To the reigning champion
You’ll have to go through me
If you want to win
This is a courtesy call
To the rockstar inside
Are you going to play?
Or will you hide?
-------------------------------------------
Did you forget how to be hard?
Have you lost your muse?
There are so many possibilities
Tell me, which one is your excuse?
Did you lose your courage?
Are you spoiled by success?
Well I have to say
I’m not impressed, I’m not impressed
You better pump the breaks
Before you end up in a wreck
You’ve been coasting for far too long
Without breaking a sweat
So keep your eyes on the road
And turn off the cruise control
Because I’m not letting you
Just walk right on through
Without any chance to lose
----------------------------------------
You can fool everyone else
But you’re never fooling me
You’ve got them all hypnotized
But I see right through your trickery
You’re out there treading water
While the rest of em drown
Well I’m the leviathan
And I’m here to take you down
------------------------------------------
This is a challenge
To the reigning champion
You’ll have to go through me
If you want to win
This is a courtesy call
To the rockstar inside
Are you going to play?
Or will you hide?
-------------------------------------------
Did you forget how to be hard?
Have you lost your muse?
There are so many possibilities
Tell me, which one is your excuse?
Did you lose your courage?
Are you spoiled by success?
Well I have to say
I’m not impressed, I’m not impressed
Last edited by grumpymike on Sun May 12, 2019 9:16 pm, edited 1 time in total.
- Rachael Layne
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 34
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:39 pm
- Instruments: Vocals only at this point...
- Recording Method: Ask Glenn... ;)
- Submitting as: Rachael Layne
- Pronouns: She/her
- Location: Spokane, Washington
- Contact:
Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Rachael Layne
Pump the Brakes
We're both confused about how you got here
You are not qualified, you don't belong
You are despicable, gross, and greedy
Masses will cheer when you are dead and gone
I never wanted to feel this way
Now I'm just counting the days
There is an accident that's in the making
Caused by your lies and caused by your mistakes
You're just an idiot, and you're a loser
You better learn to pump the brakes
You had the money and the reputation
Born into privilege and you had it all
How could somebody screw it up so badly
And you are barreling toward a wall
I never wanted to feel this way
Now I'm just counting the days
There is an accident that's in the making
Caused by your lies and caused by your mistakes
You're just an idiot, and you're a loser
You better learn to pump the brakes
And old men like you will be done soon
You'll be remembered as a buffoon
You're a buffoon
There is an accident that's in the making
Caused by your lies and caused by your mistakes
You're just an idiot, and you're a loser
You better learn to pump the brakes
There is an accident that's in the making
Caused by your lies and caused by your mistakes
You're just an idiot, and you're a loser
You better learn to pump the brakes
You better learn to pump the brakes
You better learn to pump the brakes
Pump the Brakes
We're both confused about how you got here
You are not qualified, you don't belong
You are despicable, gross, and greedy
Masses will cheer when you are dead and gone
I never wanted to feel this way
Now I'm just counting the days
There is an accident that's in the making
Caused by your lies and caused by your mistakes
You're just an idiot, and you're a loser
You better learn to pump the brakes
You had the money and the reputation
Born into privilege and you had it all
How could somebody screw it up so badly
And you are barreling toward a wall
I never wanted to feel this way
Now I'm just counting the days
There is an accident that's in the making
Caused by your lies and caused by your mistakes
You're just an idiot, and you're a loser
You better learn to pump the brakes
And old men like you will be done soon
You'll be remembered as a buffoon
You're a buffoon
There is an accident that's in the making
Caused by your lies and caused by your mistakes
You're just an idiot, and you're a loser
You better learn to pump the brakes
There is an accident that's in the making
Caused by your lies and caused by your mistakes
You're just an idiot, and you're a loser
You better learn to pump the brakes
You better learn to pump the brakes
You better learn to pump the brakes
Music is love in search of a word...
- ujnhunter
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1806
- Joined: Fri Mar 07, 2008 1:09 pm
- Instruments: Bass, Keyboards, Crummy Guitar & Animal Noises (especially Donkeys)
- Recording Method: Reaper 5.9x, Tascam FireOne/Behringer UMC202HD/Avid Eleven Rack/Line 6 UX2, Win 7 PC / Win 10 Laptop
- Submitting as: Cock, Chth*.*, D.A.H. (Der Alter Hahn)
- Pronouns: His Infernal Majesty
- Location: CT, USA
- Contact:
Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Pump the Brakes
Ujn Hunter & Friends
You think you got time to run around
You think you got time to run your mouth
Well I think your time is running out
And things for you are heading south
I know you think you're perfect
That's not the way this works
I don't have to deal with your shit no more
And now you're the one who's hurt
Whoa baby, pump them brakes!
Whoa baby, pump them brakes!
You know you ain't got no patience
You know that you were damn wrong
Well I know that it didn't have to end this way
But you were already long gone
I know you think you're perfect
That's not the way this works
I don't have to deal with your shit no more
And now you're the one who's hurt
Whoa baby, pump them brakes!
Whoa baby, pump them brakes!
Ujn Hunter & Friends
You think you got time to run around
You think you got time to run your mouth
Well I think your time is running out
And things for you are heading south
I know you think you're perfect
That's not the way this works
I don't have to deal with your shit no more
And now you're the one who's hurt
Whoa baby, pump them brakes!
Whoa baby, pump them brakes!
You know you ain't got no patience
You know that you were damn wrong
Well I know that it didn't have to end this way
But you were already long gone
I know you think you're perfect
That's not the way this works
I don't have to deal with your shit no more
And now you're the one who's hurt
Whoa baby, pump them brakes!
Whoa baby, pump them brakes!
-Ujn Hunter
Photovoltaik - Free 6 Track EP - Song Fight! Liner Notes
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- Phil. Redmon.
- Mean Street
- Posts: 517
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:28 pm
- Instruments: guitars
- Recording Method: Reaper
- Submitting as: Abominominous, The Hell Yeahs, Spy Vs. Pie
- Location: W. Sac, Cal.
- Contact:
Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Abominominous - Pump The Brakes
Even when you're right you're wrong
but you barrel merrily along
progress is rapacious
can't stop to tell you what a rose was
we built this city on exploitation
you're right, you're wrong
but you barrel merrily along
scorch the fields to cinders
you can't argue with results like these
just hard-coded to prosper
at the cost of common decency
we awoke
before long we had broke down into systems
learned how to monetize suffering
dug it up, put fire to the piston
drew lines and knives and defenses
took a number in a subjugatin' system
put our faith in convergence
put our face in the furnace
take advantage, one up when we shouldn't
funnel up, heavy handed, clay footed
get a good price at a terrible loss
get a good price at a terrible cost
we built this city, it's a monument to avarice
vertical integration of the heartless
lost face at a furious pace
we can't stop now
but pump the brakes
even when you're right, you're wrong
but you barrel merrily along
Even when you're right you're wrong
but you barrel merrily along
progress is rapacious
can't stop to tell you what a rose was
we built this city on exploitation
you're right, you're wrong
but you barrel merrily along
scorch the fields to cinders
you can't argue with results like these
just hard-coded to prosper
at the cost of common decency
we awoke
before long we had broke down into systems
learned how to monetize suffering
dug it up, put fire to the piston
drew lines and knives and defenses
took a number in a subjugatin' system
put our faith in convergence
put our face in the furnace
take advantage, one up when we shouldn't
funnel up, heavy handed, clay footed
get a good price at a terrible loss
get a good price at a terrible cost
we built this city, it's a monument to avarice
vertical integration of the heartless
lost face at a furious pace
we can't stop now
but pump the brakes
even when you're right, you're wrong
but you barrel merrily along
- Lucky Spoon
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 148
- Joined: Fri Feb 20, 2009 3:48 pm
- Instruments: B-b-b-b-bass
- Recording Method: Alesis io|26, Reaper, Rode NT, Pixies
- Submitting as: Lucky Spoon, Rabbit vs Table
- Contact:
Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
CHORUS
Lose that negativity
Gain some positivity
Pump the brakes
and you will see
you're better not
so angry
VERSE 1
There's a source of great affliction
when outrage becomes addiction
it's easy to turn up your nose
turning strangers to your foes
so work harder not to harbor
communication goes much farther
get rid of that ugly habit now
[It has been brought to my attention, ladies and gentlemen, that we still have negativity in the room. I hear some diss tracks, and it sounds more like a distraction. Let us bring this positivity to a maximum. Let us come down one final time on the true enemy: The thing that keeps us down deep in the shadows]
VERSE 2
Now I don't think I'm better than you
Because positivity's the name of my tune
let's work through this bane together
We all have sun and stormy weather
don't use anger as a crutch
Let's work to build each other up
Even if we do not always exactly agree
Lose that negativity
Gain some positivity
Pump the brakes
and you will see
you're better not
so angry
VERSE 1
There's a source of great affliction
when outrage becomes addiction
it's easy to turn up your nose
turning strangers to your foes
so work harder not to harbor
communication goes much farther
get rid of that ugly habit now
[It has been brought to my attention, ladies and gentlemen, that we still have negativity in the room. I hear some diss tracks, and it sounds more like a distraction. Let us bring this positivity to a maximum. Let us come down one final time on the true enemy: The thing that keeps us down deep in the shadows]
VERSE 2
Now I don't think I'm better than you
Because positivity's the name of my tune
let's work through this bane together
We all have sun and stormy weather
don't use anger as a crutch
Let's work to build each other up
Even if we do not always exactly agree
Apollo14... Keeping mooses safe since 1992. Full album here
Sneaky Bear Music Video - He's just a #SneakyBear
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- GlennCase
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1806
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:41 pm
- Instruments: Yes
- Recording Method: Incorrect methods
- Submitting as: Glenn Case
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Spokane, WA
- Contact:
Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Agony Sauce
Pump the Brakes
Abominominous, why don't you put a few more syllables in your name
And make music that's less lame?
Agony Sauce, Ha! I wouldn't be bragging, see?
'Cause with your music, I'm the one in agony
Berkeley Social Scene, you're getting trounced
BSS stands for Boring, Sloppy Sounds
Boffo Yux Dudes, Awful, it sucks too!
Is putting in some effort a challenge that's too much for you?
Faster Jackalope, you're not as fast as fast can be
But what you are is something closer to catastrophe
Fisher and Diaz, now I don't have to listen
'cause you couldn't be bothered with a second submission
Frankie Big Face, is amply disgraced
and any ego that he has is frankly misplaced
Grumpy Mike, yeah I would be grumpy too
If I made songs that sounded half as bad as you
Inflatable Vegetables, testing those
Ears with sounds you should avoid at any decibels
Lichen Throat is kind of a joke, and I hope
They'll find a boat, and float away, that's my vote
Lucky Spoon makes ugly tunes
You hear what they do, it clears rooms
Mandibles, you're flapping your jaws
Aim for applause, but you've got too many flaws
With a foot to the floor
and no one is safe
There's no room for mistakes
Pump the brakes
Max Bombast, are you in witness protection?
It's Muse, and Puce fused with something that I stepped in
Merisan, you're embarras-san
Like newspaper at the bottom of a cage where a parrot's gone!
Mike Lamb, I'm not a fan, and might ban
Anything that puts this music in my life again
Mousehole, I don't want you in my household
You might find somewhere to hide, but it's doubtful
Nick Soma? Get a diploma.
You're as exciting as a coma.
Paco del Stinko, a fink? Yo, I think so
I'd write more, but that would be a waste of ink, 'though.
Pigfarmer Jr., he didn't submit a song
Didn't start strong, you could say he bought the farm
I came to bring pain when I entertain
Full speed ahead So Rachael, stay in your La(y)ne
Rain Watt I'm entertained (NOT) explain what
is your insane plot? You're making my brain rot
The Sunday Colors, in shades of dull and bland
Honestly, I've never heard of your band
Third Cat, What happened to the first two?
They got lost, right? The same thing that you should do
Ujn Hunter + Friends MINUS skill
Your friends should tell you to stop, but since they won't? I will.
Vowl Sounds? More like bowel sounds
Preparing to bow down, So, throw in the towel now
With a foot to the floor
and no one is safe
There's no room for mistakes
Pump the brakes
Spin, when HE'S a judge? You got it wrong
Don't include lyrics and he WON'T REVIEW YOUR SONG
Like THAT'S a big loss...
He's the equivalent of an ineffective miniboss
Jerkatorium? I take a hard pass
Put them both together and you ALMOST have a podcast
Their opinions are invalid!
Two jerks, one vote... zero talent!
I'm serving up disses, they're vicious, and I'm your host
So, which one are you? The lucky witch, or righteous ghost?
Never mind, Brookes, I don't care
Your opinion doesn't matter, like you're not even there
Niveous has done great things in the past
But that won't give him a pass, he's an ass
Dude is bitter is hell, and he used to be the sweetest
I liked Niveous before he became elitist
With a foot to the floor
and no one is safe
There's no room for mistakes
Pump the brake...
The crowd stares, I got myself in my crosshairs
What have we got here, don't care if it's not fair
Glenn Case? What we have here is a case of narcissism
Plenty of age but no wisdom
You're lucky YouTube wasn't around where you were young-
Otherwise everyone would know that you are kinda dumb
Trying to be a rapper again? Is that a fact?
I thought that was in the past when you were acting black
Oh, did I bring up bad memories?
Did someone not know their identity? Glenn, I'll be
reminding you ALL OF THE TIME
Think that you're something because you won a Nur Ein?
Don't C O U N T on that again
You're not gonna win, don't mean to rub it in
but Mo can't save you, and everyone knows
It's a case that's been open and shut, so CASE CLOSED
Pump the Brakes
Abominominous, why don't you put a few more syllables in your name
And make music that's less lame?
Agony Sauce, Ha! I wouldn't be bragging, see?
'Cause with your music, I'm the one in agony
Berkeley Social Scene, you're getting trounced
BSS stands for Boring, Sloppy Sounds
Boffo Yux Dudes, Awful, it sucks too!
Is putting in some effort a challenge that's too much for you?
Faster Jackalope, you're not as fast as fast can be
But what you are is something closer to catastrophe
Fisher and Diaz, now I don't have to listen
'cause you couldn't be bothered with a second submission
Frankie Big Face, is amply disgraced
and any ego that he has is frankly misplaced
Grumpy Mike, yeah I would be grumpy too
If I made songs that sounded half as bad as you
Inflatable Vegetables, testing those
Ears with sounds you should avoid at any decibels
Lichen Throat is kind of a joke, and I hope
They'll find a boat, and float away, that's my vote
Lucky Spoon makes ugly tunes
You hear what they do, it clears rooms
Mandibles, you're flapping your jaws
Aim for applause, but you've got too many flaws
With a foot to the floor
and no one is safe
There's no room for mistakes
Pump the brakes
Max Bombast, are you in witness protection?
It's Muse, and Puce fused with something that I stepped in
Merisan, you're embarras-san
Like newspaper at the bottom of a cage where a parrot's gone!
Mike Lamb, I'm not a fan, and might ban
Anything that puts this music in my life again
Mousehole, I don't want you in my household
You might find somewhere to hide, but it's doubtful
Nick Soma? Get a diploma.
You're as exciting as a coma.
Paco del Stinko, a fink? Yo, I think so
I'd write more, but that would be a waste of ink, 'though.
Pigfarmer Jr., he didn't submit a song
Didn't start strong, you could say he bought the farm
I came to bring pain when I entertain
Full speed ahead So Rachael, stay in your La(y)ne
Rain Watt I'm entertained (NOT) explain what
is your insane plot? You're making my brain rot
The Sunday Colors, in shades of dull and bland
Honestly, I've never heard of your band
Third Cat, What happened to the first two?
They got lost, right? The same thing that you should do
Ujn Hunter + Friends MINUS skill
Your friends should tell you to stop, but since they won't? I will.
Vowl Sounds? More like bowel sounds
Preparing to bow down, So, throw in the towel now
With a foot to the floor
and no one is safe
There's no room for mistakes
Pump the brakes
Spin, when HE'S a judge? You got it wrong
Don't include lyrics and he WON'T REVIEW YOUR SONG
Like THAT'S a big loss...
He's the equivalent of an ineffective miniboss
Jerkatorium? I take a hard pass
Put them both together and you ALMOST have a podcast
Their opinions are invalid!
Two jerks, one vote... zero talent!
I'm serving up disses, they're vicious, and I'm your host
So, which one are you? The lucky witch, or righteous ghost?
Never mind, Brookes, I don't care
Your opinion doesn't matter, like you're not even there
Niveous has done great things in the past
But that won't give him a pass, he's an ass
Dude is bitter is hell, and he used to be the sweetest
I liked Niveous before he became elitist
With a foot to the floor
and no one is safe
There's no room for mistakes
Pump the brake...
The crowd stares, I got myself in my crosshairs
What have we got here, don't care if it's not fair
Glenn Case? What we have here is a case of narcissism
Plenty of age but no wisdom
You're lucky YouTube wasn't around where you were young-
Otherwise everyone would know that you are kinda dumb
Trying to be a rapper again? Is that a fact?
I thought that was in the past when you were acting black
Oh, did I bring up bad memories?
Did someone not know their identity? Glenn, I'll be
reminding you ALL OF THE TIME
Think that you're something because you won a Nur Ein?
Don't C O U N T on that again
You're not gonna win, don't mean to rub it in
but Mo can't save you, and everyone knows
It's a case that's been open and shut, so CASE CLOSED
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- Mean Street
- Posts: 520
- Joined: Fri May 02, 2014 12:59 am
- Instruments: Guitar, programming, various other stuff
- Recording Method: Audacity
- Submitting as: Nick Soma
Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Nick Soma - Pump the Brakes
Convinced to be of a perfect kind
The greatest benefactor
Shiny and decorated like a Christmas tree
But such an awful actor
The phlegmatic sheen
You wear just makes you seem
Almost anesthetized
You don't even bother
To think of others
Anyway
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Do I now have your attention?
Yes it's me, your little enemy (your little enemy)
Step back from the gas of your luxury car
Your indignation at my words don't match your tan
Show off your bling-bling, there goes a Persian king
To me he's just a peasant
Throwing your weight around
You're gonna blow up soon
Hope you'll find it pleasant
Did I hurt your ego?
It can't be though no, I guess it can
Listen to the rain fall,
Carrying a ray gun,
So to say
Pump the brakes, you giant fake
There's so much more I could mention
Shout at me, angrily (come on and shout at me)
Relieve the pressure of the hot air in your head
Before your next heart attack
Listen to the rain fall,
Carrying a ray gun,
So to say
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Do I now have your attention?
Yes it's me, your little enemy
There's so much more I could mention
Pump the brakes, you giant fake
Don't think you know my intentions
Shout at me, angrily
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Pump the brakes, I see you're fake
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Pump the brakes, you giant fake
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Pump the brakes, I see you're fake
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Pump the brakes
(You don't even bother
To think of others
Listen to the rain fall,
Carrying a ray gun
You don't even bother
To think of others
Anyway
Listen to the rain fall,
Carrying a ray gun,
So to say)
Convinced to be of a perfect kind
The greatest benefactor
Shiny and decorated like a Christmas tree
But such an awful actor
The phlegmatic sheen
You wear just makes you seem
Almost anesthetized
You don't even bother
To think of others
Anyway
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Do I now have your attention?
Yes it's me, your little enemy (your little enemy)
Step back from the gas of your luxury car
Your indignation at my words don't match your tan
Show off your bling-bling, there goes a Persian king
To me he's just a peasant
Throwing your weight around
You're gonna blow up soon
Hope you'll find it pleasant
Did I hurt your ego?
It can't be though no, I guess it can
Listen to the rain fall,
Carrying a ray gun,
So to say
Pump the brakes, you giant fake
There's so much more I could mention
Shout at me, angrily (come on and shout at me)
Relieve the pressure of the hot air in your head
Before your next heart attack
Listen to the rain fall,
Carrying a ray gun,
So to say
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Do I now have your attention?
Yes it's me, your little enemy
There's so much more I could mention
Pump the brakes, you giant fake
Don't think you know my intentions
Shout at me, angrily
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Pump the brakes, I see you're fake
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Pump the brakes, you giant fake
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Pump the brakes, I see you're fake
Pump the brakes, make no mistake
Pump the brakes
(You don't even bother
To think of others
Listen to the rain fall,
Carrying a ray gun
You don't even bother
To think of others
Anyway
Listen to the rain fall,
Carrying a ray gun,
So to say)
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- Lunkhead
- You're No Good
- Posts: 8133
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:14 pm
- Instruments: many
- Recording Method: cubase/mac/tascam4x4
- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene, Merisan, Tiny Robots
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Berkeley, CA
- Contact:
Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Pump The Brakes
by Merisan
We don’t need you
We can make more
a frozen sample
Bought from the store
The father’s rule
Hangs from a thread
One scissor snip
Could end the bloodshed
Twelve Thousand years
To build a lie
We won’t behave
Can’t keep us tied
Twelve thousand years
You push us down
I’m not your slave
I wear the crown
How did it feel
To watch them burn
The smoke was thick
Nothing was learned
You turned your back
Don’t hide your eyes
Your time is up
To fraternize
Twelve Thousand years
To build a lie
We won’t behave
Can’t keep us tied
Twelve thousand years
You push us down
I’m not your slave
I wear the crown
There’s no turning back
You can’t pump the brakes
Tires have been slashed
And there’s no escaping this
Twelve Thousand years
To build a lie
We won’t behave
Can’t keep us tied
Twelve thousand years
You push us down
I’m not your slave
I wear the crown
Twelve Thousand years
To build a lie
We won’t behave
Can’t keep us tied
Twelve thousand years
You push us down
I’m not your slave
I wear the crown
by Merisan
We don’t need you
We can make more
a frozen sample
Bought from the store
The father’s rule
Hangs from a thread
One scissor snip
Could end the bloodshed
Twelve Thousand years
To build a lie
We won’t behave
Can’t keep us tied
Twelve thousand years
You push us down
I’m not your slave
I wear the crown
How did it feel
To watch them burn
The smoke was thick
Nothing was learned
You turned your back
Don’t hide your eyes
Your time is up
To fraternize
Twelve Thousand years
To build a lie
We won’t behave
Can’t keep us tied
Twelve thousand years
You push us down
I’m not your slave
I wear the crown
There’s no turning back
You can’t pump the brakes
Tires have been slashed
And there’s no escaping this
Twelve Thousand years
To build a lie
We won’t behave
Can’t keep us tied
Twelve thousand years
You push us down
I’m not your slave
I wear the crown
Twelve Thousand years
To build a lie
We won’t behave
Can’t keep us tied
Twelve thousand years
You push us down
I’m not your slave
I wear the crown
- BoffoYux
- Panama
- Posts: 924
- Joined: Tue Jan 11, 2011 9:22 pm
- Instruments: Keys, Clunking, SFX and Strings
- Recording Method: Audacity, Adobe, and other 'A' titled software
- Submitting as: Boffo Yux Dudes
- Location: New England
- Contact:
Re: NUR EIN XIV - Pump the Brakes
Hmm - I posted these yesterday, but I guess they didn't stick, so here we go again
Pump the Brakes
by Boffo Yux Dudes
What did you say?
Do you wanna play?
You gonna throw down with me?
You been spreading news that’s fake
Buddy, you had better pump the brakes
Leave my Mom alone
You’re Mom’s a smelly old crone
Cause yo mama
Yes, yo mama
Stares at the OJ ‘cause it says Concentrate, or
She’s so fat, man
Like a vast tract of land
Her belt size is equator
What did you say?
Do you wanna play?
You gonna throw down with me?
Yo ugly mama gives Freddy Krueger nightmares.
So bald she uses Turtle Wax for hair care
And she’s stupid, too
If she said she loves you
Cause yo mama
Yes, yo mama
Puts M&Ms in alphabetical order
And she’s such a mess
She’s so worthless
Got thrown out by a hoarder
You better cut it out
‘Cause family’s about
Defending those you love by attacking others
So Pump The Brakes my friend
Stop this car and send
This message to your troglodyte of a mother
What did you say?
Do you wanna play?
You gonna throw down with me?
I hope you learned a little thing or two
You shouldn’t talk with your genetic stew
That shows on your face
I’ll put you in your place
Cause yo mama
Cause yo mama
Brought a Spoon to the Super Bowl
She’s so fat, bo
Watch TV, you know
That Dora can’t explore her all
Now it’s over
Yes, it’s over
We are finally through
What your mama did
It’s the worst, kid
She gave birth to you
Pump the Brakes
by Boffo Yux Dudes
What did you say?
Do you wanna play?
You gonna throw down with me?
You been spreading news that’s fake
Buddy, you had better pump the brakes
Leave my Mom alone
You’re Mom’s a smelly old crone
Cause yo mama
Yes, yo mama
Stares at the OJ ‘cause it says Concentrate, or
She’s so fat, man
Like a vast tract of land
Her belt size is equator
What did you say?
Do you wanna play?
You gonna throw down with me?
Yo ugly mama gives Freddy Krueger nightmares.
So bald she uses Turtle Wax for hair care
And she’s stupid, too
If she said she loves you
Cause yo mama
Yes, yo mama
Puts M&Ms in alphabetical order
And she’s such a mess
She’s so worthless
Got thrown out by a hoarder
You better cut it out
‘Cause family’s about
Defending those you love by attacking others
So Pump The Brakes my friend
Stop this car and send
This message to your troglodyte of a mother
What did you say?
Do you wanna play?
You gonna throw down with me?
I hope you learned a little thing or two
You shouldn’t talk with your genetic stew
That shows on your face
I’ll put you in your place
Cause yo mama
Cause yo mama
Brought a Spoon to the Super Bowl
She’s so fat, bo
Watch TV, you know
That Dora can’t explore her all
Now it’s over
Yes, it’s over
We are finally through
What your mama did
It’s the worst, kid
She gave birth to you
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She’s a Motor City winter
Stolen Nikes spotted white with salt
Ragged mittens clutch the steering wheel
Defrosters set to “stun”
She’s a Motor City winter
Rusted Chevy, swerving through the gray
Snow-filled vacant lots of missing teeth
That seldom see the sun
She thinks she’s so hot, but she’s not, no no no
Pump the brakes, whoa-oh
Stop this sliding sled and let me go
Slipping homeward through the snow
To ride with her was a mistake
Whoa-oh, pump the brakes
She’s a Motor City winter
Frosty bars across the darkened doors
Five month prison sentence trapped in ice
Like Dante’s Circle Nine
PC
CH
She’s a Motor City winter
Stolen Nikes spotted white with salt
Ragged mittens clutch the steering wheel
Defrosters set to “stun”
She’s a Motor City winter
Rusted Chevy, swerving through the gray
Snow-filled vacant lots of missing teeth
That seldom see the sun
She thinks she’s so hot, but she’s not, no no no
Pump the brakes, whoa-oh
Stop this sliding sled and let me go
Slipping homeward through the snow
To ride with her was a mistake
Whoa-oh, pump the brakes
She’s a Motor City winter
Frosty bars across the darkened doors
Five month prison sentence trapped in ice
Like Dante’s Circle Nine
PC
CH
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