78 Oil Crisis Songtext
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Born in Japan
Brother from another mother, my blood, in another land
Sorry brother but I'm sworn to a brand
Gotta keep'm fed n' workin', over there, in the Motor City
I got a corn eater's tan
I'll show it off on my vacation, that's right, gonna hit the beaches
And I'll be warm in the sand
We'll be warm in the sand
Me n' my brother who was born in Japan
Brother from another mother, my blood, in another land
Sorry brother but I'm sworn to a brand
Gotta keep'm fed n' workin', over there, in the Motor City
I got a corn eater's tan
I'll show it off on my vacation, that's right, gonna hit the beaches
And I'll be warm in the sand
We'll be warm in the sand
Me n' my brother who was born in Japan
Brothers since our fight
Violent and sublime
Sword to lasso
Spinning mass of flashing lights
Speeding lines
Flying stars
Razor sharp
Flick of wrist
Crack of whip
Dirt and mud
Is the blood of brothers
Kojirou-san
Kitana blade and a leather mask, with wild eyes, helmet like Vader
Was dedicated to a solemn mission
He'd lost his son to modernity, and in a fuge, sought an unknown vengeance
On Western symbols of which I sure was one
Leather boots and a bolo tie, ridin' my horse, won't give a dime to OPEC
And all those forces killin' my tradition of rules known but not written down
Paperwork'll give ya papercuts, but me & Koji, prefer the wounds of a brawl That's how we found brotherly love
When we were covered in blood
I said "My brother, I need a warm vacation"
He said "I hear you whitey, you look like you need some sun"
Violent and sublime
Sword to lasso
Spinning mass of flashing lights
Speeding lines
Flying stars
Razor sharp
Flick of wrist
Crack of whip
Dirt and mud
Is the blood of brothers
Kojirou-san
Kitana blade and a leather mask, with wild eyes, helmet like Vader
Was dedicated to a solemn mission
He'd lost his son to modernity, and in a fuge, sought an unknown vengeance
On Western symbols of which I sure was one
Leather boots and a bolo tie, ridin' my horse, won't give a dime to OPEC
And all those forces killin' my tradition of rules known but not written down
Paperwork'll give ya papercuts, but me & Koji, prefer the wounds of a brawl That's how we found brotherly love
When we were covered in blood
I said "My brother, I need a warm vacation"
He said "I hear you whitey, you look like you need some sun"
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