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
It was grade seven when we started calling him Dean
He wore a lot of wrestling t-shirts back then
He didn’t care to keep them clean
In that grade that I started playing in other bands as a drummer
It wasn’t until the 12th grade we started this project and nothing could be funner
Telling jokes poorly over offensive guitar frequencies
As Dean O’Mac struggled behind the drum kit frequently
In Toronto, I finish college and Dean O shows his face
We found Munchie in hockey rink, outdoors
And things began to change
We wrote songs, put out albums, got a car and we toured
We named that car Betty
She was a shitty old ford
Now, Dean O’Mac, you rest well
And Munchie and I will move forward
Your name is forever carved in this sword
The one that we’ll use to chop down hate and our enimies
Don’t worry dude
I hear you
Your vibes, they are sent to me
We miss ya O’Mac
We all want ya back
It way hard to believe – o
We miss ya O’Mac
Your cough and your hack
We all want ya ya back, Dean O
We all want ya back, Dean O
I believe in strength and wisdom
Being able to gravitate to genuine connections
Being honest to yourself and getting up after vicious blows
to your confidence, prior covictions, emotions and your body
Cuz scars are just stronger skin – wear them with a smile
B’cuz a collection of connections on your most troubled day
Will stand next to you and listen what you have to say
But give it all back and don’t expect consistent attention
B’cuz life is all about what you get through
pride,
hard work
and dedication
Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down
When you go campin’ for a week or two
Bring along a couple cans ‘a stew
You can even bring a couple ‘a pounds
When you campin’, invite your friends
Unpack your sleeping bags and tents
You can’t tie those night creatures down
When you go fishin’ out on the sea
To catch your lunch or just to shoot the breeze
Maybe just to escape the city sounds
When you go fishin’ don’t forget the bait
Smokin’ cigarettes will help the wait
Ah, you can’t tie a sea creature down
When you go walkin’ out on the streets
You’ll eat your local vegetables and meats
You’ll tip the guy on the corner dressed as a clown
When you go walkin’ out on the bay
You’ll remember what your mom would say
She said “Just never let yourself down”
Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down
You can go shoppin’ at the market stores
Or work all day long on chores
Or be the right-hand man at the compound
You can go shoppin’ from the trunks of cars
Or hang ’round all day in bars
But that doesn’t makes that logic sound
A werewolf always has to plan ahead
‘Cuz the moon will always come around the bend
An’ he should never, ever, ever mess around
A werewolf has to make judgement calls
‘Cuz every night the moon will fall
An’ you can’t tie a free wheeler down
Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down
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
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
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
I’m bitchin’ in this kitchen
Choppin’ onions and mushrooms
A casserole of magnitude in this classroom
I’ll put on a suit and I’ll teach ya a lesson
When It comes to cookin’ cookies better leave out the aggression
I came up with this recipe it’s a perfect kind of mixture
It’ll have you laughing and hanging from the light ceiling fixture
It’s a variation of some very Asian cuisine
You won’t find it anywhere. In any shop or magazine
Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day
I’ve been sittin’ here, I’ve been sitting here
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’m addicted to diction; pronouncing words with ease
You’ll be rollin’ in the aisle and your vernacular will freeze
We’ll chill some cold ones as we defrost tomorrows dinner
You’ll be full, completely satisfied without lifting a finger
I’d take care of you, you know what I will
A ferry ride to enlightenment without even taking a pill
They don”t believe me it’s true out on the east coast
That you’re my sweetest kind of coffee
My monday morning mild roast
Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day
I’ve been sittin’ here, I’ve been sitting here
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
How long do you expect me to wait for you?
Aw baby, baby, baby
I’m not that kind of dude
Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day
Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day
©2013 The Dean Project
The Dean Project 