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Young Blood - Paco del Stinko

Young Blood came down the mountain
Leaving a trail of tears
Some done got to a thinking
That this would be our last year

Cold hands all were shaking
Could not hold the reins
Old man got to a saying
There'll be no end to the pain

Young Blood - Young Blood
Young Blood - Young Blood

Black sky and silent night
No one dare draw a breath
Cracked eye let out its final light
For Young Blood does not forget

Young Blood - Young Blood
Young Blood - Young Blood

Hot sun relentless burning
Rains on this empty town
Young Blood and haunting laughter
Are all that's left to be found

Young Blood - Young Blood
Young Blood - Young Blood

Oh my God, Paco... I think you just re-wrote the lyrics to Muse's "Knights Of Cydonia". PROG ROCK COUNTRY WESTERN CRUD, baby! Can't wait to hear it!

Young Blood by Dirge

The first cut is shallow, noncommittal
A single trickle easily dabbed and hidden
Long sleeves, blank stares, before and after
You wanna know why I do it, ask yourself this

Why do I wake up in the morning?
Why do I eat and work and groom for all to see?
What is it that drives me to get better?
And if that all goes who will I be?

I call it new blood, I call it young blood
I call it my way of living
I call it new blood, I call it young blood
I say it's just how I feel alive

When there's a ditch to be dug, you dig it
When there's a hold to be filled you'll fill it
Tears to be cried? I turn them inside
It's only there I can feel them run

Why do you wake up in the morning?
Why do you eat and work and groom for all to see?
What is it that drives you to get better?
And if that goes away who will you be?

You'll call it new blood, you'll call it young blood
You'll call it your way of living
You'll call it new blood, You'll call it young blood
You'll say it's just how you feel alive

YOUNG BLOOD
Micah Sommersmith

Hey dummy, won’t you listen up
You’ve been running your mouth off enough
Everybody knows you’re not so tough
Old money’s no match for young blood

Call me a millennial, I’m amenable
To general generational labels, it’s believable
I’m liable to fit the image you’re describing
Luckier than some, but this business of survival
Has us resembling our rivals
Fighting for the tiniest slice of the pie,
Here’s why: the upper crust went and gobbled it up
Now there’s nothing but crust and they won’t shut up
Like a petulant child but they’re calling us children
Casting us as villains while they’ve made a killing
By killing millions, filling the skies with illness,
Beheading the hills in the name of business,
Sickening rivers and poisoning cities
Injecting venom into our arteries, it’s criminal
A miserable existence, and now you’re insisting
That we’re the problem? Let me drop some knowledge:

We don’t start wars, you just make us fight them,
All the things we can’t afford, we don’t just go and buy them
If we haven’t found the Lord, it’s ‘cause of how you hide him
And if we’re looking bored, that’s just how we show excitement.

No we don’t start wars, you just make us fight them,
All the things we can’t afford, we don’t just go and buy them
If we haven’t found the Lord, it’s ‘cause of how you hide him
And if we’re looking bored, that’s just how we show excitement.

Hey dummy, won’t you listen up
You’ve been running your mouth off enough
Everybody knows you’re not so tough
Old money’s no match for young blood

Hey dummy, won’t you listen up
You’ve been running your mouth off enough
Everybody knows you’re not so tough
Old money’s no match for young blood

-=Verse 1=-
Just checked my watch and I'm an old man! Oh man!
Comin' solo, man. Toe-to-toe like a talk show, man.
Spit flow, drop the mic, and then I go, man. Rollin' in
dough, the turkey dinner, and a smoked ham.
With the flavor you savor but keep it low on sodium
and no cans. I got the hype; you fightin' toe jam.
On my own, man. I left behind my whack raps, Mac.
This is songfight and I'll be here all night. So,
sit back relax and watch me start the show, man.

-=Hook=-
(Where you at John?) Man, I'm right here
with a pad and a pen for the last ten years!
(What you got John?) I got rhymes locked tight
all on my hard drive of 95 terabytes.
(How you feel John?) Man, I'm feeling great.
I got young blood running through my veins.
(What'cha gonna do?) jd0 has got to smoke this.
(You gotta what?) You heard me! I gotta, I gotta

-=Verse 2=-
Focus. I'm about to bring y'all another verse.
If you got young blood you can know this.
Your groove can be your own hit or toe pick.
I don't quit. My game is going pro quick. I got this
whole shit ready to go 'till I'm an old prick.
I'm no hick. I live my life like I'm a gold brick.
Why don't you notice my flow is so sick?
I rock the mic and blow the show quick. You know this.

-=Verse 3=-
Knock you out with a mack truck fist.
Your body goes limp when you feel that shit.
Yell, "It's comin' right for me!" Then blast that hit.
I steal your rhymes right when I'm in the songfight.
If you want your rhymes back you gotta PAY for that shit.
I gave up a pound of flesh every DAY for that shit.
I hold the mic right. I don't PLAY with that shit.
My four seconds of fame. Y'all know my name.
It's johndisk0. Bring the hook then that's it.

-=Hook=-


-jd0

Young Blood / King Arthur

She's got the silver, she's got the gold
She's got the young blood when I start feelin' old.
She's got the whiskey, she's got the wine
She got the stuff that keep me feelin' so fine.

Young blood - you've heard the rumors
Young blood - you've heard the stories they tell
Young blood - she keep me livin'
Right here in heaven 'til I wake up in hell.

She got the euros, she got the francs
She got me lined up at the blood bank.
She got the lips, she got the heart
She help me make it through the hard parts. (ch)

Don't believe 'em when they tell you
It's all about the midnight kiss
There's a whole lot more
Goin' on here than this.

She got the nickels, she got the dimes
She's givin' me the gift of a little extra time.
She got the giggles, she got the blues
But I've been to the doctor and I've been transfused. (ch)

Young Blood
By The Kraken Lives
Lyric collaboration with Jay Evans

Living Large in a Basket of Deplorables
Young Bloods, Exploits so Historical
Running Wild with a Pack of Hypochondriacs
I can blame my youth, and ignore the facts

Young Blood will rise and take over
Young Blood is standing on your shoulders
I don’t think you’ll ever understand us
No point of flying off the handle

Got the Zika in Topeka
Roll In Style with West Nile (baby)
Kick Back in a Truckload of Hystericals
Handcuffed with a Pile of Undesirables

Young Blood will rise and take over
Young Blood is standing on your shoulders
I don’t think you’ll ever understand us
No point of flying off the handle

Young Blood - Pepper Jane

Today I wanna open my veins
Today I wanna let my blood run free
Today I wanna let the colours run
Today I don't feel like holding it together as one

Today I understand a little more what you mean
When you used to say your skin feels like captivity
Today I see how the circle begins to complete
Today I see how shoes end up with no feet

Chorus:
It's not just for you I grieve
It's not just for your family
I weep when the day breaks
I mourn when the earth quakes
I want you to know wherever you are
There's another answer out there that I'm still lookin for
You left a gaping wound
(last line) When you decided your strings were permanently detuned

Today I saw your mother at the mall
She looks terrible but that's no surprise at all

Chorus
(last line) When you left too soon

Young Blood, by JB

{c:Verse}
Someday I might save the world
But only if I’m still around
Will you watch the planet die?
Will you let the children down?
What if I told you what the wizard said?
What if I offered you a brand new head?

{soc}
{c:Chorus}
Millenial, Generation Z
I want more life, fucker. Give it to me.
Oh twenty-something, oh teenage dream
Why so greedy?
{eoc}

{c:Verse}
What am I fighting for?
Get old and stink with skin like leather?
What’s all this money for?
If it can’t help me live forever?
What if I made all your dreams come true?
What if I promise not to kill you?

{soc}
{c:Chorus}
Millenial, Generation Z
I want more life, fucker. Give it to me.
Oh twenty-something, oh teenage dream
Why so greedy?
{eoc}

{c:Bridge}
My body slowly falling apart
My back my knees my dick,
My eyes my heart.
I need a transfusion
To beat the confusion.
All I want is a brand new start!

{soc}
{c:Chorus}
Millenial, Generation Z
I want more life, fucker. Give it to me.
Oh twenty-something, oh teenage dream
Why so greedy?
{eoc}

Berkeley Social Scene
Young Blood (1st)

V:
So many flavors to choose
Taste them all and you can’t lose
All the different shapes and size
Feel it when you look in their eyes

C:
Young Blood
Just gimme some of that
Young Blood
Never wanna live without it

V:
Shining when they sit in the sun
Every day is so much fun
Lying with your head in the grass
All night out shakin’ your ass

C:
Young Blood
Just gimme some of that
Young Blood
Never wanna live without it

B:
Sneaking out the back door
Climbing out your window
Going for a midnight drive
This is how we feel alive

V:
Holding on to something good
Never seen you acting rude
Keeping up with all the news
Young Blood ain’t got nothing to lose

C:
Young Blood
Just gimme some of that
Young Blood
This is where it’s at
Young Blood
Take it to the mat
Young Blood
Never wanna live without it

“Young Blood 2”
By Berkeley Social Scene

Verse 1
Rage for glory and country
For what’s just and what’s right
With your last dying breath
Knowing you fought the good fight

Chorus
Old bones sit on iron thrones
Young blood spills on the battlefield
Sacrifice a generation
The gears of war will never yield

Verse 2
Deployed as pawns to hold a line
On some map, ephemeral over time
That commanders show to their superiors
To justify their own promotion

Chorus
Old bones sit on iron thrones
Young blood fill the battlefield
Sacrifice a generation
The gears of war will never yield

Bridge
Will you survive the grind
Till the treaty is signed?
When we all forget
Will it start again?

Chorus
Old bones sit on iron thrones
Young blood spills on the battlefield
Sacrifice a generation
The gears of war will never yield