Lyric: 4:20 by Colony House

4:20

Colony House

GENRE

Rock

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O Ya

O Ya
You're telling me tall tales, huh?
O Ya
Using counterfeit dollar bills, huh?
O Ya
Dead land is no land to die for
Na na na-na na na na na

O Ya

O Ya
They poison and plunder, but
Plot twist
Danny, wake up from your slumber
Pecos Bill rode off on his tornado
While the media rewrites and reviews
Rotten Tomatoes

O, O, O Ya
O, O, O Ya
O, O, O Ya
Take matter into your own hands

O Ya

O Ya
The bite is the blunder
Couldn't kick it, and the habit took you under
Fools gold fools the innocent and the blind
Ya, it's harder to be heard if you've already made your mind up

Listen closely, wе're not even mostly thеre
If Humpty Dumpty had a chair
Then we wouldn't have ended up in need
Of all the kings horses and all the kings men
Cleaning up the whole heap ‘cause of what the king said

O, O, O Ya
O, O, O Ya
O, O, O Ya
Take matter into your own hands
Take matter into your own hands
Break pattern, put it in motion
Take matter into your own hands
Break pattern

O, O, O Ya
O, O, O Ya
O, O, O Ya
Take matter into your own hands

You think we’re there yet?
You tell me, boss

O Ya
Can somebody turn this song down?
It's too loud, and it doesn't feel like the boys now
Oh Lord, have they finally lost their heads?
Is it clever? Is it corny? Are they daft?
Oh, they're dead to me

O Ya
I'm feeling a little Monte Cristo
Cooped up for too long in this global lazaretto
Everybody feels this way
Everybody feels the pain
And the rules have changed
Never gonna be the same in a good way
It could change in a good way

Na na na-na na na
Na na na-na na na
Na na na-na na na
O Ya
Na na na-na na na
O Ya
Na na na-na na na
O Ya
Na na na-na na na
O Ya
Na na na-na na na
O Ya

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Touch of Evil by Tom Russell lyrics

Touch of Evil

Tom Russell

GENRE

Country

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The night my baby left me I crossed the bridge to Juarez avenue
Like that movie "Touch of Evil" I got the Orson Wells, Marlene Dietrich blues
Where Orson walks in to the whore house and
Marlene says "Man, you look like hell"
And Orson's chewing on a chocolate bar
As the lights go on in the old Blue Star hotel
"Read my future" says old Orson, "down inside the tea leaves of your cup"
And she says "You ain't got no future, Hank
I beliеve your future's all used up"

[Chorus]
Why don't you touch mе anymore? Why don't you touch me anymore?
Why do you run away and hide? You know it hurts me deep inside
Why do you close the bedroom door? This is a brutal little war
What good is all this fightin' for if you don't touch me anymore?

They shot "A Touch of Evil" in a Venice, California colony
And I grew near those dead canals
Where they filmed the longest pan shot ever made
Now I'm thinking about the movie, the bar I'm in, the bridge, the Rio Grande
Now I'm thinking about my baby and the borderline 'tween a woman and a man
I was drunk as Orson Wells the night I crawled backwards out the door
I was screaming "Baby, baby how come you touch me anymore?"

[Chorus]

Oh, someone rolled the credits on twenty years of love turned dark and raw
Not a technicolor love film, it's a brutal document, it's film noir
And it's all played out on a borderline and the actors are tragically miscast
Like a Mexican burlesque show where the characters are wearing comic masks
Oh, it's love and love alone I cry to the barmen in this Juarez waterhole
As we raise a glass to Orson and "A Touch of Evil" livin' our souls

[Chorus]

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