1.You Got It All... Wrong
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
You wanna dance and you really wanna let it go
You want it bad but the style has told you to go
You want it
You do it fast when you really should do it slow
You got it bad and this time I told you, no
You're on it
Hey, it's true but I wanna know
What you had or you did
So, just let it go, oh no
You wanna laugh and you really wanna let him know
You're so relaxed and you really gonna let it show
You want it
You really got what we worked through all the time
But you chose your way and I chose mine
You're on it
Hey, it's true but I wanna know
What you had or you did
So, just let it go
Oh no, remote control but you got it all
Oh no, you stand ten feet tall 'cause you got it all
Oh no, remote control but you got it all
You've got it all but you got it all wrong
We had a laugh but it turned into a don't
We had a life but now I wanna get out
You're on it
I was scared when I made love to you
I put a lid on it and thought, that's it, I'm through
You're on it
Hey, it's true but I wanna know
What you had or you did
So, just let it go
Oh no, remote control but you got it all
Oh no, you stand ten feet tall 'cause you got it all
Oh no, remote control but you got it all
Oh no, you stand ten feet tall 'cause you got it all
(Oh no)
And when I say you lose it, you don't believe it at all
(Oh no)
It's such a long way to fall but the writing's on the wall
(Oh no)
But when I saw you lose it, I can't even recall
(Oh no)
If it was the best of all, your brain, a pigeon-small
Because you got it all
And you got it all
And you got it all
But you got it all wrong
2.Giddy Up!
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
So in the morning, giddy up
And in the evening, giddy up
We take the matter, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
When times are hardy, giddy up
We throw a party, giddy up
We climb that ladder, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
Now look at all the fag, now look at all of us
This town's isn't big enough, not for the both of us
We fight and disagree, we get so tired, see
We just a fusion, baby, be the solution, baby
Our only way to reconcile
Is to get back in the saddle for a little ride
Giddy up now
So in the morning, giddy up
And in the evening, giddy up
We take the matter, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
When times are hardy, giddy up
We throw a party, giddy up
We climb that ladder, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
Now look at silly me, now look at silly you
Avoid 'em problem, girl, will only make us sore
But I must say as such that I don't mind too much
Like we fight it hon, ride off in to the sun
Our only way to reconcile
Is to get back in the saddle for a little ride
Giddy up now
So in the morning, giddy up
And in the evening, giddy up
We take the matter, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
When times are hardy, giddy up
We throw a party, giddy up
We climb that ladder, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
Giddy up, giddy up
Giddy up, giddy up
Our only way to reconcile
Is to get back in the saddle for a little ride
Giddy up now
So in the morning, giddy up
And in the evening, giddy up
We take the matter, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
When times are hardy, giddy up
We throw a party, giddy up
We climb that ladder, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
So in the morning, giddy up
And in the evening, giddy up
We take the matter, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
When times are hardy, giddy up
We throw a party, giddy up
We climb that ladder, giddy up
Back in the saddle, giddy up
Giddy up, giddy up
Giddy up, giddy up
3.Bigger Hole To Fill
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
Look out
I pet the cat along the whiskers
And I always go along the grain
You'll never see me in the deep end
If I ain't got nothing to gain
Don't serve the fool or act the donkey
If you allow me to explain
Man who fights for causes worthy of a fool
Is a fool to fights for causes that's the golden rule
I take it to the table, know all know fix know how
But if I'm gonna do it, I ain't gonna do it now
Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill, got a bigger hole to fill
You see, I have a proper education
I use enough to get me by
I got the answers to all problems
But I ain't even gonna try
Work hard and be honest, take chances and stay true
Just add it to the list of things that I ain't gonna do
Wherever there's a question, blurry answer's here to find
I tell ya, I'm gonna help you but I'm gonna change my mind
Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
Got a bigger hole to fill
I got a bigger hole to fill, oh
Got a bigger hole to fill, ooh
I got no time to spill
He's got no time to spill
He's got a bigger hole to fill
I got a bigger hole to fill
He's got no time to spill
'Cuz I got a bigger hole to fill
Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
4.Tick Tick Boom
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was right all along
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You come tagging along
Exhibit 'A' on a tray, what you say？
Ends up thrown in your face
Exhibit 'B' what you see, well, that's me
I'll put you back in your place
Yeah, I've done it before
And I can do it some more
So what you waiting for？
Yeah, I was right all along
'Cause I have done it before
And I can do it some more
I've got my eye on the score
I'm gonna cut through the floor
It's too late, it's too soon
Or is it tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, boom？
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was right, you were wrong
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Going, going, you're gone
I saw you yesterday, been waiting too much
Until it slipped through your hands
And then you stagger to the feet and out the door
â~Cause there's no second chance
â~Cause I have done it before
And I can do it some more
I've got my eye on the score
I'm gonna cut through the floor
It's too late, it's too soon
Or is it tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, boom？
And you come crying to me
But it's too late
The man you try hard to be
But it's too late
Get your head out of the sand
But it's too late, it's too late
Too late, too late, too late
Yeah, but it's too late
Yeah, but it's too late
You get your head out of the sand
But it's too late, it's too late, too late
You know I've done it before
And I can do it some more
I've got my eye on the score
I'm gonna cut through the floor
You know I've done it before
And I can do it some more
I've got my eye on the score
I'm gonna cut through the floor
It's too late, it's too soon
It's too late, it's too soon
It's too late, it's too soon
Or is it tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, boom？
5.Won't Be Long
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
No bright lights, no big city
Went to my head
And so I won't stick around in this town
No, I'm getting out instead
'Cause I can't find a thing and get it done
Raise my heart and ring my ears
So I won't stick around in this town
That's true
'Cause I won't and I can't
And I don't understand
You become what you hate
Or you hate what you become？
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone away
So I make my way through the quagmire
Rumors glorifying me
You were as, as the detox in this city
So if I may be excused
'Cause I won't and I can't
And I don't understand
You become what you hate
Or you hate what you become？
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone away
Well, I won't be around for the good times
Won't be around for the bad
And I won't stick around in this town
No I'm getting out instead, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I won't and I can't
And I live 'cause I can
And I won't be back again
Well, I got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone
Got me a ticket and I won't be long
'Cause I can't go on and I gotta get gone away
And I gotta get gone away
'Cause I gotta get gone away
Gotta get gone away
6.Square One Here I Come
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
Well, don't have no money 'cause I don't have a job
Don't have a job 'cause I ain't got no skills
Ain't got no skills 'cause I was not trained
I wasn't trained 'cause I didn't go to school
Didn't go to school 'cause nobody told me
Nobody told me 'cause nobody knew shit
Nobody knew shit 'cause nobody knows nothing
Nobody knows nothing and that's just it, what can you do？
You get what's given to you
Square one here I come, here I come square one
Square one here I come, here I come square one
Don't have a home 'cause I don't pay no bills
Don't pay no bills 'cause nobody pays me
Nobody pays me 'cause I don't go to no work
Don't go to no work and that's just it, what can you do？
You get what's given to you
Square one here I come, here I come square one
Square one here I come, here I come square one
I know what you say to me but baby, it can wait
I just stop and take a look around and realize it's too late
No job
No skills
No money
No nothing
No nothing 'cause I want it for free
I want it for free all that is coming to me
So I look real hard for somebody to blame
Somebody to blame or an easy way out
An easy way out 'cause it ain't what's fun
The place that starts with a square
And ends with a one
What can you do？
You get what's given to you
Square one here I come, here I come square one
Square one here I come, here I come square one
Get down, you feel stupid
Don't try, you can't do it
Can't win, don't you forget it
You missed out and get what's given to you
Square one here I come, here I come square one
Square one here I come, here I come square one
Square one here I come, here I come square one
Square one here I come, here I come square one
What's given to you
7.You Dress Up For Armageddon
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
Hey, believe me, I have seen your sort before
You're all of the history, like dust on the kitchen floor
(Tell me more)
Your lips are moving, you go on and on and on and on and on
You swing your ride, ride baby, ride, ride, don't swing it at me
But it's not for me, no I disagree
'Cause I heard you before when you said
There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for the summer
Hey now, you got their attention
You know, you gotta keep 'em believing
But as a matter of fact, would they believe you
Or not believe you no more
(Tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell me more)
I hear you're one in a million
(Tell me more)
But there's a million of you
(Tell, tell me more)
You swing your ride, ride baby, ride, ride, don't swing it at me
But it's not for me, no I disagree
'Cause I heard you before when you said
There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for the summer
Who's that playing with the microphone？
Today he's there, but tomorrow he's gone
But I disagree and I heard you before when you said
There's a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for the summer
You've been tortured, impaled with the blade
You stay alive that's devoid of meaning
All in all, I'm sick of you, yeah
Man made such a, man made such a bummer
8.Puppet On A String
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight, you hold on tight
Got your education from just hanging around
You got your brain from a hole in the ground
You come on up look around for a will of your own
But you're mine, yeah
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
With porcelain eyes and the mind of the monkey
Rode in to town on the back of what looked like dead donkey
So, I do to you what a puppet master would do
Can you tell？ Yeah
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
It's like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
You got your education from just hanging around
You got your brain from a hole in the ground
You come on up look around for a will of your own
But you're mine, yeah
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight, you hold on tight
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight
Like a puppet on a string
Like a puppet on a string
You hold on tight, you hold on tight, you hold on tight
9.Try It Again
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
Doo wacko
Here is to you, honey
But I'm out of your league
You never gonna pass me
'Cause I'm out of your league
Your league, your league
Lookie here, baby
You're coming my way
But I move like a landslide
So get out of my way and stay away
Up from the floor on the count of ten
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
All right, ooh, ooh, ooh
Time to learn a lesson
Like Pavlov's dog
If same isn't working
Why don't you different instead, instead, instead
Like Samson and Delilah
Attila and the Huns
You're ready for a new round
Don't it look like it's gonna be fun, be fun
Up from the floor on the count of ten
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
They say, the definition of madness is doing
The same thing and expecting a different result
That's right
Doo wacko, up and down, doo wacko, down and up
Doo wacko, round for round, doo wacko, hit the ground
Doo wacko, up and down, doo wacko
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Down and up, doo wacko
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Round for round, doo wacko
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Hit the ground, doo wacko
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
Oh, you get up, you get down and you try it again
10.Well All Right!
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons, Pharell Williams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Well, all right)
I know just what you mean
(Well, all right)
And I know that it might seem
(Well, all right)
Should have better things to do
(Well, all right)
I'm so sick of it, this won't do
First in line but last to know
Move too fast but think too slow
People see me and they go, aah
Whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo
Whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo
(Well, all right)
Everyone's a loser in the modern world
(Well, all right)
Look at all the sad and gloomy little boys and girls
(Well, all right)
All of you got troubles, all of you got woes
(Well, all right)
Shake the chips off your shoulders, here is how it goes
Juggling chainsaws with just one hand
Falling down the stairs with a marching band
Swim across the ocean in a concrete suit
Trying to grow a beard but still look cute
Whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo
Whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo
On and on the world spins round
It's enough to get you down
But I don't worry 'cause sometimes
You just have to, whoo, hoo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Well, all right)
I know just what you mean
(Well, all right)
And I know that it might seem
(Well, all right)
I should have better things to do
(Well, all right)
I'm so sick of it, this won't do
First in line but last to know
Move too fast but think too slow
People see me and they go, 'xcuse me
Whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo
Whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo
Everyone's a loser in the modern world
Look at all the sad and gloomy little boys and girls
I know all you got troubles, all you got is woes
Shake the chips off your shoulders, here is how it goes
Whoo, hoo
11.Hey Little World
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
It was on a cold dark night, born into this world
They couldn't tell back then, is it a boy or a girl？
Has since been a story of uncertainty
It was claimed by a child that he would never be free
Hey little world, you know what you're getting
Oh please, little world, it's kicking your head in
Whatcha gonna do, anyone of you？
Whatcha gonna do when we come for you？
Anyone of you, whatcha gonna do？
Whatcha gonna do when we come for you？
Grew up advance to nothing
Live in a house of clay
He didn't know back then
But they liked it that way
He never did what they told him
He never did what they said
Try to tell him your wrong again and
This is what you get？
Hey little world, you know what you're getting
Oh please, little world, it's kicking your head in
Whatcha gonna do, anyone of you？
Whatcha gonna do when we come for you？
Anyone of you, whatcha gonna do？
Whatcha gonna do when we come for you？
Take it to your mother
Now as the starlets are scraping
Now he's as wide as the sea
And when you look all around you
Here's what you see
All around the bed
He's gonna make sure you heard
Hey little world, you know what you're getting
Oh please, little world, it's kicking your head in
He's got them all lined up and they're ready to go
They're all lined up and that's what he saw
Hey little world, back in the ocean again
Whatcha gonna do, anyone of you？
Whatcha gonna do when we come for you？
Anyone of you, whatcha gonna do？
Whatcha gonna do when we come for you？
Whatcha gonna do, anyone of you？
Whatcha gonna do when we come for you？
Hey little world, back in the ocean again
I said, hey little world, back in the ocean again
12.T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons, Pharrell L Williams
Welcome
I know that it has been a long time coming
You bought your tickets, you waited in line
You were walking and now you find yourself running
To get closer to the giant neon sign
Allow me to give you a clue
You're looking at black and white
Seeing our name in lights
Gonna make you feel alright
'Cause baby, we're here all night
We rule the world, this is our world
We rule the world, this is our world
T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S., T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.
T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S., T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.
You hold your breath and now it's silent
The humming of the amps is all you hear
Introducing for the fourth time running
'Cause if you don't know we'll make it very clear
Ooh, you know it's true
You're looking at black and white
Seeing our name in lights
Gonna make you feel alright
'Cause baby, we're here all night
We rule the world, this is our world
We rule the world, this is our world
T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S., T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.
T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S., T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.
When you're all ripped up 'round a quarter to ten
Gonna piece you back together by eleven and then
When you sweated it out and you're all soaking wet
Then we'll do it again
And when you're all ripped up 'round a quarter to ten
Gonna piece you back together by eleven and then
When you sweated it out and you're all soaking wet
Then we'll do it again
We rule the world, this is our world
We rule the world, this is our world
T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S., T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.
T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S., T.H.E.H.I.V.E.S.
13.Return The Favour
Lyricist：Randy Fitzsimmons
Well, we'd talk and talk and talk about it
But talk would do no good
We have little to next to nothing to talk about
And we'd talk and talk and talk around it
But talk would do no good
We have little to next to nothing to talk about
So, nothing went from nothing then
And then back to the nothing I expected when
I return the favor, back you go home
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Now we can talk and talk and talk about it
Talk until we're blue
It's just a big jug full of stupid passing through
It's like a boxer's goodbye, I'll see you Cassius Clay
In French Muhammad á Oui
Yeah, we have little to next to nothing to talk about
So, nothing went from nothing then
And then back to the nothing I expected when
I return the favor, is it time to go home？
And ah, it's just a waste of time and a waste of space
It's just taproom talk through a drunken haze
I return the favor, guess, it's time to go home
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I got my mind made up and it's getting clear
Of better things to do than stay here
I return the favor and leave on my own
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
14.A Stroll Through Hive Manor Corridors
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