Crazy Town - Hollywood Babylon Lyrics
(seth binzer, bret mazur, mad lion)If you got an itch to catch some havoc theres mayhem in the plasticCity of la la I mean the land of holy zsa szaThe wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of people like sheepThose with dreadlocks to jocks with reeboks, fleeing hard rocksA la cafe, bambatta flashy fashionImagine crashing bashes with *****es that be bad and wishing for the fame and recognitionThere on a mission for self, babyWere like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep we got the beats that are hot were like cliniqueFoundation resonates when I speakAnd if by chance you catch it then listen, the wisdomEpic, open hitting, choking up youve done it now and woken upThe giant scientist of hits that make you jump like a lunaticOn pogo sticks, waving your fistsSo if you catching a fitI really dont know but you better scram hurry in a double.Chorus:It goes on and on and on hell rasing hollywood welcome to babylonIt goes on and on and on the party dont stop till the mysteries gone.Ive seen it all, Ill see it again I shake allot of hands but I dont got allot of friends.It goes on, and on and on hell raising hollywood welcome to babylon.Live from the city of lights sunny days and late nightsDope, designer drugs, porn stars and bar fightsI drop. makes the bells rock Im mr. shifty shellshockCall me the man of the hour in the land of the lost taking the money and the powerCxt, we hold our own all eyes on us, crazy rise rain like brimstone kicking up dustI grab the mike with a firm hold in a world of shattered goals, pot holes, broke fokes and bank rollPole positionDaddy rolling, rolling causing havoc so, ready setIm more than set like morissette to maverickGotta, shes got to have it, habbit sick, I leave them stuckIm getting high for a living not giving a *****.ChorusIm screaming out the call of the wild Im speaking in tonguesI am the child of the sun the power of oneI beat the drums of the crazy town clickIts the third eye sitting on the tip of the pyramid flippedNow I see a little shorty illuminati front dead bodes in my trunk.Unraveling the sourceI travel in to selfGauge my wage and you try to debate my wealthThe consequences linger and Im fingering the perpetratorsHey yo, my nature was bread on the cross fadderIts the seventh houseArmageddon trudger ready for death its the brimstone sluggerChorus
