Текст песни What Happens Next

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All of us are winners and all are beginners
All of us are sinners and head spinners
Some are fatter and some are thinners
Some are thieves some are dentists
And inventors, typesetters, trend setters, translators of lost tongues
Spoken words and beating drums in the head and in the sun

Beating from the chest of the proud
Guerrilla tactics and pick up the crowd
Pick a boom or thunder cloud
Play the bass and play it loud

(Chorus)
Cause you can never tell what happens next
Every minute of your life you better be your best
People like you are above the rest
Never stop just hold your breath
Cause you can never tell what happens next
Every minute of your life you better be your best
People like you are above the rest
Never stop just hold your breath
When the beat sounds great for the big sound through the day

Everything I see is all us for me mentality is this society
I did it my way so that makes it OK
Who gives a damn what the ancestors say
Tomorrow won't be here anyway
Run away life's just a matinee
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I'm on a holiday so I can't communicate
I'll be chewin a plate on Sandro Pae a rollin' Chevrolet on the milky way
OK OK then doomsday
OK OK OK OK

Some people only want to sample some silly pop songs
I look around me and they're making dough
What's wrong with that if you need to know
Your actions are all you can own
You can only take what you call home
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People in the front if you wanna bump say
Don't stop til the Mardi gras
Pople in the back if you wanna clap say
Don't stop til the Mardi gras
People in the middle if you wanna wiggle say
Don't stop til the Mardi gras
People in the side if you wanna glide say
Don't stop til the Mardi gras

Commericalism conservatism has risen to an all time high
You wonder why there is suicide or wonder why they're drivin' by
Have to think back walking bare foot in the grass
now I'm walking with my toes in the glass
Three strikes used to be a baseball class
Now its twenty five years on your ass
But in the spring time a different thing a time
All of a sudden like a push of a button