Out of the Penthouse, Off to the Race - Henry Jackman

We're keeping the kingdom free As an archduke falls and the battle horn calls Our lives would never be the same We were looking down the barrel of a gun Now the war has come and the battle's begun We are desperate and overrun To the war drum we'll be marching until it's done Lead the way, we will follow into the fray We will hold the line we will not be led astray For king and for country, we are flooding the river Our stand at Yser will be, the end of the race to the sea The last piece of Belgium is free, we're keeping a sliver A cog in the war machine, October of 1914 As our foe draws forth we are moving on north We will never let them have it all There's a price for freedom paid by Belgiums sons They may take our towns, they may conquer our grounds We'll defend the nation and the crown We'll uphold our independence with our guns All the way, on to triumph or to judgement day We will follow and we will not be led astray For king and for country, we are flooding the river Our stand at Yser will be, the end of the race to the sea The last piece of Belgium is free, we're keeping a sliver A cog in the war machine, October of 1914 See a king and a soldier, fighting shoulder to shoulder See a king and a soldier, fighting shoulder to shoulder He overruled his commanders, he made a last stand in Flanders We see our king and a soldier, they're fighting shoulder to shoulder To keep the last piece of Belgium free All the way, on to triumph or to judgement day We will follow and we will not be led astray For king and for country, we are flooding the river Our stand at Yser will be, the end of the race to the sea The last piece of Belgium is free, we're keeping a sliver A cog in the war machine, October of 1914 For king and for country, we are flooding the river Our stand at Yser will be, the end of the race to the sea We're free For king and for country we are flooding the river No more of our country lost, the line will be held at all cost

Yeah It's nothing new, haha 'Cause this is exactly what I do, uh What up E, haha The good weed's lit on this one Yeah Ridin' by myself, uhh Yep, uhh The World turning, the weed burning Them haters talkin', I keep earning Know some will say life's a bitch Well I'ma' keep flirtin' And fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car 'cause they know just what this is Niggas felxin' hard with no bars, they got weak servants Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin' bitch then what you call that Nothing but net, ain't back cause I never left I did everything right nigga better yet Rolling bomb for the niggas that's around us Something like a contractor building from the ground up Now just, oh Twist up this weed Realize that you are in the presence of a G Don't fuck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees Fuck it, you know what I mean I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could fuck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I'm just ridin' dog Doing a buck .50 Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's My dime pieces only recognize the best trees Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breathe Oh, oh From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the nigga they put cake up on 'Cause we are Young Movie stars 'Cause we are Young Movie stars I'm ridin' round, smoking good, music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh-oh, now I just stunt on my own Bitches ain't say shit to me but now they won't leave me alone Used to walk the other way But now they all come to my home And they calling my phone 'Cause my paper is long Nothing, they singing my songs Get hired up, if they want Then I bring them along We flying up Now you want me to take it all off Want me to take it all off Tell a bitch I'ma' ball And I'ma' buy a new crib for my niggas in all 'Cause I remember days we'd sit and pictured it all Nigga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star 'Cause we are Young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthafucking millions Yeah, I said it, muthafucking millions Got my money up, I'm in the building I'm ridin' round, smoking good, music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own

Was (Not Was) Born To Laugh At Tornadoes (Return To The Valley Of) Out Come The Freaks Eddie Harold used a tape recorder When he had one of his girlfriends over He didn't want to miss a single scream His friends all laughed when he played it later You had to wonder, did he really hate her? Girls always made him nervous, that's to blame And makin' love was just a crazy game The woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks In her apartment was a plastic altar She'd light a candle when her courage faltered Sometimes the world got a little hard to bear It wasn't easy living in the city She wasn't clever and she wasn't pretty She chanted in the night but no one cared The woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks Freddie's wife became a topless dancer Had bondage parties with a Turkish bouncer She's been evicted, the police have got her car She tried to sell an antique shotgun She said she knows some crazy guy who wants one Her parents said "You're not our daughter, you're a whore. It's over and you don't live here anymore." The woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks The woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks The woodwork squeaks and "Strangers In The Night" The woodwork squeaks and "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag" The woodwork squeaks and "The Shadow Of Your Smile" The woodwork squeaks and "Take The Last Train To Clarksville" The woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks