Turntable - Tim Timebomb

He’s gonna go, go get it

Gonna run, run set it

In an otherwise hidden realm

Everybody knows it’s fucking wild in a new frontier unbound

It’s not the style, nor a trial

It’s the best of love and fate

So, come on everybody, let’s get together

High above the backdrop of hate

Well there’s no more food on the table

What once was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a DJ’s turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile

With no dimensions of sight

Well within an inch, a billion colors

The entire world’s contrast light

Oh it ain’t right, another fight

Well it gets so very clear

With my passion on a stud, I walk through

I walk through the vicious ones

And I really don’t care

Well there’s no more food on the table

What once was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a DJ’s turntable

My western mind has a hard time

Getting across distrust

Passive resistance, Your assistance:

You’re the one smoking dust!

It ain’t a style, nor a trial, it’s the best of love and hate

Come on everybody lets get together, high above the backdrop of hate

Well there’s no more food on the table

And what once was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a DJ’s turntable

We’ll spin like a DJ’s turntable

We’ll spin like a DJ’s turntable

We’ll spin like a DJ’s turntable