The Baby Namboos Provoked Lyrics

Ancoats 2 Zambia Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Hard Times
  • 3 Get Your Head Down
  • 4 Ancoats 2 Zambia
  • 5 Provoked
  • 6 Persist To Reminisce
  • 7 Holy
  • 8 Late Night Antics
  • 9 Trials and Tribulations
  • 10 Play With Me
  • 11 Ancoats 2 Zambia (Geoff Barrow remix)
  • 12 Ancoats 2 Zambia (Dillinja remix)




  • For all those who wanna analyze me
    For all those who wanna analyze me
    It starts off in the hips
    Move to the lips
    For all those who wanna analyze me
    My mother committed suicide when I was four or five
    I love Mike-O was killed by a psycho
    But I'm not sad or sorry
    'Cause we be tomorrow
    'Cause we be tomorrow
    For all those who wanna analyze me
    For all those who wanna analyze me
    My mother committed suicide when I was four or five
    I love Mike-O was killed by a psycho
    But I'm not sad or sorry
    'cause we be tomorrow
    Next month, next week
    I guess I'm weak
    I guess I'm weak
    But I'm not sad or sorry
    'Cause we be tomorrow
    Suicide when I was four or five
    Mike-O killed by a psycho
    Sad or sorry
    I be tomorrow
    For all those who wanna analyze me
    Starts off in the hips
    Move to my lips
    Starts off in the hips
    Move to my lips

    Train passes where they prosecute
    So be careful where you tread
    It's a land mine baby
    Don't go losing your head
    Just remember our love
    so you won't give up
    If you remember our love
    So you won't give up

    Long gone are the proper sleeves
    to walk by our side
    Long killed are the visionary souls
    Now we're walking blind
    The lies are meant to hypnotyze
    and put you in a spell
    Wake up you sleepy heads
    Release yourselves from hell
    You won't give up
    You can't give up

    They made us drink salt water
    Then sell us liberty
    Tell me how can you sell somebody
    what's supposed to be free
    You know the non-contender for the derelict mind
    You starved us baby
    and you're gonna shine
    You starved us baby
    and you're gonna shine
    You starved us baby

    Fuck creation
    Fuck creation
    Fuck creation
    There is no relevance with my life
    All I mean
    is how to fight
    Producing the goods
    I'm fit to make sense
    Built with more right
    Especially a thing
    Self-defense
    A wasted office in my mind
    All the time I've been blind
    Race- an objective
    Difficult at times
    Don't know what to do
    Name your baby Namboo
    Mine's far and away
    The rest is up to you

    Politicians are destroying
    the dreams of the many
    One can inform our country
    So they don't spend a penny
    Less than our future
    On some posh adventure
    Driving along Concord Lane
    they're looking for adventure
    Pick out the homes and count the best bids
    Pick out the homes and count the best bids
    There's only so much to go around
    and they took the life
    It's not what you're savin'
    It's how much you got
    Pick out the homes and count the best bids
    Hunt the homes and pick out the best bids

    You're on his high and you won't give up
    Your tongue is torn and you won't give up
    Your back is broke and you won't give up
    You're all alone but you're so tough
    You won't give up
    You won't give up
    You starved us baby
    and you cannot shine
    You starved us baby

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