Strong style
Young boy gets stabbed by his ex- in Japan
What’s next? He gets press and then success
On the rise to the top
Rookie makes a name in the ring with his skill
Up hill, full tilt to the top of the bill
Nakamura vs. Tanahashi
In the Tokyo Dome for The Gold
Strong style
©2014 The Dean Project
[Song below lyrics. Follow along!]
He is an artist, a performer
A great wrestler
The Best In The World
In the land of giants, he’ll take what he wants
Always walking in his own direction
There was a time no one could see
What was right in front of them
A future champion that no one could defeat
The longest run in years
434 days
The best in the world
The real face of the show
Just like The Thing when he clobbers
The best in the world
Chicago’s CM Punk
As if he were ever in a class with jobbers
Now is the time
How can you not see?
The only reason I’m even out watchin’ TV
Heel or face, he’ll hold the whole crowd
Cue his theme if you wanna make it loud
The best in the world
He’s a phycologist
Just like Fraud before he went nuts
The best in the world
Chicago’s CM Punk
Just like the wolf on the night bus
Just like The Thing when he clobbers
He is an artist, a performer
A great wrestler
The Best In The World
In the land of giants, he’ll take what he wants
Always walking in his own direction
The best in the world
The real face of the show
Just like The Thing when he clobbers
The best in the world
Chicago’s CM Punk
As if he were ever in a class with jobbers
The best in the world
©2011
Dean and Jane are packin’ up his pick up truck
They’re headin’ out west – They do not give a fuck
A truck load of cigga cigga cigarettes
Dean asked Jane “did you stop at the vets?”
He wanted her to pick up some Ketamine
He wanted this trip to feel like a dream
Jane said “No, man. I totally forgot”
She reached into her purse to grab her bag of rocks
California
California
Cali Cali Cali
California
Dean is sittin’ in the passenger side
Dean spots a hitchhiker dressed as a bride
They pull the car over and they roll down the glass
He asked the bride nicely to show him her ass
The bride got mad, dude, she ran away
She said “I runnin’ all the way to Californ-i-a”
Dean got out and chased her down
Choked her out solid – Left her lying on the ground
California
California
Cali Cali Cali
California
Jane is all pissed off out in the Chevrolet
“You didn’t need to kill that girl
Ya didn’t need to kill her today”
Dean grabs Jane and puts her head under a tire
“I’m sick of your bullshit, Jane
You’re about to expire
I’m going to California alone!
I’m going by myself!
I’m gonna leave you in a pool of your own flesh and blood!
You know, I hate you, Jane!
I’m going to California
California
California
California”
I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t
You know, you know
It takes some time
To show and grow
Your reason to rhyme
But understand your plan
Can’t happen in an instant
Hand in hand we’ll pan the land
Won’t stop ’til we go the distance
I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t
I know, I know
It won’t be overnight
I’m goin’ slow
Ain’t got no light
But ya can’t shake or break me down
Cuz I won’t allow it
Cuz if I stand in sand I’ll be the man
Who lands in a place surrounded
I wanna lie to you but I can’t
I wanna hold ya by the hand
I wanna lie
Wanna lie
Wanna lie to you
Wanna lie to you but I can’t
La-la-la-la-la-lie
Lie to you but I can’t
If you wanna get down to the black, blue and green of it
There’s a train that leaves everyday
You’ll wanna do more than just be seen with it
Take a ride. A trip
Go to school for free
When you stop livin’ for you
You’ll read your own eulogy
Cuz it all comes down to you
Always down to you
Take a risk or three
It all comes down to you
If you wanna get me started on the cosmos and stars
I’ll talk about the truth I found in this guitar
Sit back, relax and enjoy what’s around
Cuz when you stop lovin’ for you
You may as well be six feet underground
Cuz it all comes down to you
Always down to you
Take a risk or three
It all comes down to you
The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air
Don’t call the fuzz if you see us lightin’ up
The herb was here before us
It’s time we brighten up
To all my family and friends out there getting written up,
the answer is herb heels
An’ it’s time we rip it up
The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air
Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night
Those who cast down judgement with their evil eyes
Are actually at home in their guest rooms getting high
To most, saving face is safer than to defy
But nothing will happen ’til we shout it at the sky
The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air
Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night
The smoke fills the space that we occupy
The cough only means we’re out here gettin’ high
We connect and we share cuz it is so beautiful
The love that we feel is oh so mutual
The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air
Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night
Shock treatment on a Tuesday
Countin’ down the days ’til Friday
Feelin’ tight around my neck and chest
Like chewin’ gum; it’s hard to digest
Nice dreams of ice cream – I’m rollin’ around
I haven’t got out’a bed – I’m upside down
Fortune is torture – I’m dressed as a clown
Pictures of statues in black and white evening gowns
Strap’d to a simple routine
Gotta remember to keep the corners clean
If the inspector sticks in his nose
my head’ll hang low on th’ long walk home
I gotta get out
I gotta walk out
It’s like doin’ a days worth o’ work with a cops’ snout
Watch out
Cuz rush hour is packed at the exact same time everyday
Nice dreams of ice cream – I’m rollin’ around
I haven’t got out’a bed – I’m upside down
Fortune is torture – I’m dressed as a clown
Pictures of statues in black and white evening gowns
A crafted disaster on the verge of a break out
We’re The Dean Project an’ we’re about to put come cake out
So, lovingly lick your lips in anticipation
An’ stay tuned to every music publication and station if you’re smart
Cuz we’re working endlessly to put out a deadly kinda art
We do this for the craft and for the people who paved the way
We’ll pay our dues an’ play the game to be in that place one day
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
This time, we’re not fuckin’ jokin’ around, people.
Hardly askin’ for his time – my body language is clear
Don’t go cryin’ to yer mama, go grow another ear
He’s like a villain in comic books
A sook without any milk
Laughing before the punch line
Strenuously sewing silk
Ya better go away
Yes, go away
Watch out for a sale
It’ll only last half an’ hour
Save as much money as you can
‘Tis the season to be sour
Go away
Yes, I’m annoyed
Mama, I’m annoyed
Go away – I’m annoyed
Ya better go away!
You can’t sweep me under the rug
I’m not a crumb from your cracker
Even if you tried
You couldn’t make this coffee blacker
I’ll try not to mention how much it hurt
I can see where you’re comin’ from
You’re the mop – I’m the dirt
Now, go bravely into studies
With your dust pan in hand
I’ll just be on stage
Performing with my band
I won’t be standing anywhere
Waving any flags
I’ll be off in the distance in an instant
Adorned in plastic bags, rags, mags gagged
Shoe laces, duct tape
Magnetic tennis balls
Are now the clothes that I wear
Cuz I can’t stand to crawl
Well, chew me up and spit me out
Baby, lock me in a stall
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m bouncin’ off the walls
So, please refrain from lying to me
An’ sayin’ that you care
It’s minus thirty-five out there
An’ I’m at your door in my underwear
With goosebumps you’re changing
From an apple to a pear
Yeah, I can see where you’re comin’ from
You’re a bi-polar bear
Oh, how often do you confuse conversations with pipe bombs
Actually, it’s not contracted that a hero has to right wrongs
Reality, I know, can feel just like a cartoon
I’m a stoned raccoon sittin’ under the moon
Well, who accepts a rain-check on compassion and attraction
Some sorry stiff soul standin’ somewhere distracted
You can try to recover, lover
Save it for you blog
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m the prince you’re the frog
You can try to recover, lover
Save it for you blog
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m the prince you’re the frog
The Dean Project 