Rolling Stones - Start Me Up lyrics

[Chorus]

Dreams! things aren't all that they seem

Dreams! life's not all about cream

Dreams! please say it all was a dream

'cause the fight for real life's

like a horrible scene

[Verse]

(Virt wake up!)

the enemy's here

they trying ta' take us

let 'em see how the weaponry

makes their frame break up

it seems threads of life

make up our stitch in time

after the bomb dropped

dawn got a different shine

I find that it burns

like a fire on the hearth

I learned this day would come

they were liars from the start

my pride is in my heart

so you'll never know

how far Miguel will go

until they digging up your skeletal

remains I see change

on the horizon

or is it just the next bomber as it flies in

wise men once let me know

if it's not worth it then let it go

or pop first and dead your foe

now it seems like the options are dropping

there's no more talking

smart bombs are locked in

and more often than not

innocent people gotta get dropped

for their leaders horrible plot

while the one calling the shots

fly free as a bird

words they speak are absurd

though they're frequently heard

'cause they control the radio

it's crazy though

the dj's won't play me though

unless I line their bank account

with crazy dough

and even corporate labels

deep into debt, through spending in deficit

bootlegging and internet

meet the new me see a brain that's been cloned

silicone flesh meshed with titanium bones

I'm aiming my poems, at dictators

reigning on thrones

who raised their seeds cold

in a cradle of stone

then cast them in the street

never gave them a home

the ones who shun the path

that our saviors have shown

we stole all of the crops

that the natives have grown

we must stick together

no one made it alone

'cause radiation give you cancer

in your face from your phone

or your throat from the smoke

when you blazing a bone

when you don't agree with leaders

and behavior they've shown

speak out there's no effect

if your state is unknownI got sick of talking

and caught aids in my poem

now I spit from a coffin

and a grave is my dome

I grown by own body

from dirt and grime

it blows my damn mind

like my brain was a landmine

and I can't find

a path out this nightmare

does it end right here

or extend for light years?!

[Chorus repeat]

dreams...etc.