Turntable

Yeah!!!

He's gonna go go get it, gonna run run set it

In another white hidden realm (?)

Everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it

It's not the style, nor a trial. It's the best of love and hate

Come on everybody, lets get together; I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table

What once was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a DJ's turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile

With no dimensions of sight

Well within an inch, a billion colors

The entire world's contrast light

Oh it ain't right, another fight

Well it gets so very clear

With my passion on a stud, I walk through

I walk through the vicious ones

and I really don't care

Well there's no more food on the table

What once was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a DJ's turntable

My western mind has a hard time (hard time)

Getting across distrust

Passive resistance, Your assistance:

You're the one smoking dust!

It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate)

Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table

And what once was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable