XXV - Derrick Branch

I was there to witness Candice's inner business She wants the boys to notice Her rainbows and her ponies She was educated But could not count to 10 Now she got lots of different horses By lots of different men And I say, "Liberate your sons and daughters The bush is high, but in the hole there's water You can get some when they give it Nothing sacred, but it's a living" Hey, ho, here she goes Either a little too high or a little too low Got no self-esteem and vertigo 'Cause she thinks she's made of candy Hey, ho, here she goes Either a little too loud or a little too close Got a hurricane at back of her throat She thinks she's made of candy Ring a ring of roses Whoever gets the closest She comes and she goes As the war of the roses Mother was a victim Her father beat the system By moving bricks to Brixton And learning how to fix them Liberate your sons and daughters The bush is high, but in the hole there's water As you will, she'll be the whole of the law And if it don't feel good What are you doing it for? Now tell me Hey, ho, here she goes Either a little too high or a little too low Got no self-esteem and vertigo 'Cause she thinks she's made of candy Hey, ho, here she goes Either a little too loud or a little too close Got a hurricane at back of her throat She thinks she's made of candy Liberate your sons and daughters The bush is high, but in the hole there's water As you will, she'll be the whole of the law And if you don't feel good What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for? Now tell me Hey, ho, here she goes Either a little too high or a little too low Got no self-esteem and vertigo 'Cause she thinks she's made of candy Hey, ho, here she goes Either a little too loud or a little too close Got a hurricane at back of her throat She thinks she's made of candy Hey, ho, here she goes Either a little too high or a little too low Got no self-esteem and vertigo 'Cause she thinks she's made of candy Hey, ho, here she goes Either a little too loud or a little too close Got a hurricane at back of her throat She thinks she's made of candy

And now and then I get to wonderin' What would have happened if we never met? I don't know You take a drag off of your cigarette And drivin' too fast with some Zeppelin on, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, whoa You know you had me at "cool t-shirt, babe" I said, "I wished that I'd seen Hendrix play" whoa You took me home to see your new guitar Turning it up, shook me all night long Making loud music We're making loud music We're making loud music You and I So loud, so It was like my life began that day I still remember what the jukebox started to play And then we had to take it on the road Start me up like a rolling stone Making loud music We're making loud music We're making loud music You and I So loud, so loud So (so, so, so loud) What we got feels so good Like I'm climbing a stairway to heaven And it turns me on When we dial it up, all the way to eleven Loud, so loud So We're making loud music We're making loud music We're making loud music You and I So We're making loud music We're making loud music We're making loud music You and I So loud, so loud So loud, so loud So loud