Atmosphere Musical Chairs (stop The Fucking Music) Lyrics

Musical Chairs (stop The Fucking Music) Lyrics

Do you want a plight?

Well you don't have a choice

Stand up
alive

Cause the music hasn't die yet

[Repeat 3X]



Suzy
was a psycho, but she looked good

Little ball of fire, light it up and
cook wood

She knew the power of what she had to offer

Pieces of a
puzzle, personality, and posture

When it's probably done, it seems
spun

As long as you're not ??

Bar fly looking for a fall guy

Taking on all types

From big baller to the small fry

Get what you
want out of life

But every night now the same thought arise (babe you got
a light?)

Still as lonely as the number one

Cause you only love
someone

So you have someone to run from

Run, run, put your back
into it Sue

Always wonder what it would be like to try to rap to you

We gotta show Suzy love

Ain't no way anyone's gonna stop before the
music does



[Chorus 4X]



Bobby was a genius, and he
would prove it

His favorite move is to make you look stupid

He
knows the answer, nobody puts their hands up

When he starts talking
everybody (shut up)

Bobby didn't have friends, not real ones

Just a
bunch of light minded self righteous pilgrims

And they all treated Bob
like the big cheese

Knowing damn well they all thought he was a "bitch
please"

Blows his own horn, slaps his own bass

While everyone waits
for him to fall on his face

And while he's down, someone will take his
place

If the suit isn't trump even seven beats an ace

Look at
Bobby, he doesn't even know

You're supposed to set a new one after you
achieve a goal

Accomplishments are just excuses to talk and spit

When you music stops, who will have a spot to sit?



[Chorus
4X]



Bring me the head of whoever said "play fair"

I want to
sit in my chair and wear a blank stare

Fuck being king of the hill

When the music dies you'll be the first one the villagers kill

Walk in
circles, dizzy up the movement

Talk in circles, the underground's
polluted

Lots of circles, you wonderin' where you fit

Stop the
cirlces!



(Over beat boxing)

Oh Oh Oh yea, Oh Oh Oh yea

Well you don't have a choice

Oh Oh Oh yea

Stand up alive

Oh
Oh Oh yea

Well you don't have a choice

Stand up...



[Chorus 4X]