Jump Around (Tommy Trash Edit) - House of Pain

Well, I don't know where this road will take me But here we go The world awaits, I'll pull the weight Of a journey unknown An ode to the kingdom For we are not where we belong But we shall find freedom And run this super marathon Let's-a Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump up and down I'm stepping in into the sunshine Bombs away, bombs away! The rainbow road will bring me to fields of gold today That's okay with me An ode to the kingdom For we are not where we belong But we shall find freedom And run this super marathon Let's-a Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump up and down Here we, here we, here we go Here we, here we, here we go Here we, here we, here we go Here we, here we, here we go I've been dreaming about freedom Breathe in without worrying 'bout the things I'm leaving And I'll see them, I want to meet A couple like-minded people in a like-minded region If I'm unable to see the odyssey ahead of me A galaxy above the trees, just let it all, let it all be Superstars, they will lead the way to you The way to you To you To you (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump up and down Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump, jump around Jump up and down

Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump up touch the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel'in, funk'in Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that at a dunkin Donut shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around Jump up Jump up and get down. Jump I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping on me you'll get burned If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try'in ta step to me you'll take your last breath I got the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Jump Yo, this is dedicated To Joe, da flava, Dakota Grag yo bozac, punk

I'm saying sorry in advance cause this won't always go to plan Though we don't mean to take our love for granted It's in our nature to forget what matters How when the going is getting tough And we're all about giving up Things that we never thought we'd gonna say, gonna say them Things that we never thought we'd play, gonna play them It ain't perfect, but it's worth it And it's always getting better It's gonna take some time to get it right Cause I'm still learning the art of love I'm still trying to not mess up So whenever I stumble let me know You need to spell it out You need to spell it out You need to spell it out You need to spell it out for me Cause I'm still trying to learn the art of love If I forget to get the door Remind you that you're beautiful I know my detail requires more attention If I ever hurt you it's not my intention Cause we're gonna make our mistakes Find out how much your heart can take But I know that you got my back And baby I got yours Cause I'm still learning the art of love I'm still trying to not mess up So whenever I stumble let me know You need to spell it out You need to spell it out You need to spell it out You need to spell it out for me Cause I'm still trying to learn the art of love Sometimes I'm gonna miss I'm still learning how to give I'm not giving up I'm still learning how to love Learning how to love... Learning how to love Cause I'm still learning the art of love I'm still trying to not mess up So whenever I stumble let me know You need to spell it out You need to spell it out You need to spell it out You need to spell it out for me Cause I'm still trying to learn the art of love (The art of love) Still learning (art of love) Still learning (art of love) Still learning (art of love) Still trying to learn the art of love Still learning, I'm still learning (art of love) Still learning (art of love) I'm gonna get it sometimes, cause I'm still learning Still learning (art of love) Still learning (art of love) Still learning (art of love) The art art of love

House Of Pain Anthem I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries

I know what you're thinking I must be the problem here I think too fast, talk too loud Barely touch the ground Yes, I must be the problem here I know what you're thinking I must be the problem here Charred ground all around Sooty feet, a wild look of despair Surely, I must be the problem here 'Cause outside there's a world on fire And as I'm standing right here Reeking of smoke, gasoline and pyre I smell just like your worst fear Though every step of my wake is charred ground I swear I'm not to blame here I'm doing my best to fight fire with fire Accelerator Like fire knows flame You know my name Spokesman of the restless and untamed Accelerator Accelerator Like fire knows flame You know my name Spokesman of the broken and insane I'm accelerator Accelerator You know what I'm thinking What if I am not the problem here? You think so slow, plan too much Had the matches all along What if I am not the problem here? Yes, lately I've been thinking That you might be the problem here Sane, seemingly sound Pointing ink stained stubby fingers all around While our houses burn down to the ground And outside there's a world on fire And you're still debating While the flames run higher and higher Incinerating We give you the brilliant, the crazy, the fools⠀ The gifted and the troubled You normals will follow the ones you choose Now, maybe that's the problem We're the ones who can save you all Accelerator We're the ones who can solve it all Accelerator We're the ones who can save you all Accelerator We're the ones who can solve it all Accelerator Don't kill every flame 'Cause you're scared to get burned Accelerator Sometimes it's the fire that saves the world Accelerator Accelerator