Biscuits And Butter - Beastie Boys

And you go to the club And you go to your job And you do what you can Working for the man And you sit at home Totally alone Waiting by the phone For someone to call Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for reality to kick in Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for the grand awakening Waiting for your life to begin And you try and try To appreciate your life And you dont know why It just passes by You dont understand Whats the greater plan And you call your dad Cause it makes you sad Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for reality to kick in Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for the grand awakening Waiting for your life to begin Year after year Just slips through your fingers Days disappear And grow into memories You look at yourself Staring back in the mirror And think to yourself 'It is oh so good to have you here' And it makes you cry Makes you feel alive And Happy inside Almost like a child Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for reality to kick in Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for your life to begin Waiting for the grand awakening Waiting for your life to begin

Look at you in denim and bows I know the mode, the mode is lethal Say you wanna show me a place The place is here, the here is inside you Where did you come from, you? Pretty with the critical mass Your body has the body power Lying at the foot of a linden In the navel ring inventing June Where did you come from, you? And what I want is To walk beside you Needing nothing But the sun that's in our eyes Paint the picture In blood and butter Holy water Fire in the sky Let me dive Through your face To the sweetest kind of pain Call you up Nothing to say No, I don't need no entertaining When the world Is a bed Give me green and ribbon red Oh, I get Closer than your new tattoo Look at you, all mythological And Wikipediated Look how I forget who I was Before I was the way I am with you Where did you come from, you? And what I want is To walk beside you Needing nothing But the sun that's in our eyes Paint the picture In blood and butter Holy water Fire in the sky Let me dive Through your face To the sweetest kind of pain Call you up Nothing to say No, I don't need no entertaining When the world Is a bed Give me green and ribbon red Oh, I get Closer than your new tattoo

Biscuits for breakfast, cup of tea for the man 4 more years of this shit and i'll be on 16 grand Pushing the trolley, doing the rounds 4 more years of this shit and i'll be one of these clowns In my office On the fifth floor Biscuits for breakfast Biscuits for breakfast Biscuits for breakfast, cup of tea for the man 4 years on in this game and i'm on 16 grand I want chocolate, gimme some cake Gimme so much more than i think i can take In my office On the fifth floor Biscuits for breakfast Biscuits for breakfast Over a barrel, or over my trolley Over the desk it's all the same Pushing the message don't hate the player hate the game S'all the same In my office On the fifth floor I can see the world go round beneath me Biscuits for breakfast I can see my world pan out before me I can see my world pan out before me I can see my world pan out before me I can see my world pan out before me I can see my world pan out before me

Hey there sugar baby Saw you twice at the pop show You taste just like glitter Mixed with rock and roll I like you a lot, lot Think you're really hot, hot Know you think you're special When we dance real crazy Glamophonic, electronic, d-d-disco baby I like you a lot, lot All we want is hot, hot Boys, Boys, Boys We like boys in cars Boys, Boys, Boys Buy us drinks in bars Boys, Boys, Boys With hairspray and denim And Boys, Boys, Boys We love them! We love them! Ohh, oh oh oh- uh-ohhhh-oooo-wuh-ohh Ohh, oh oh oh-uh-ohhhh-oooo-wuh-ohh Baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers Let's go see The Killers And make out in the bleachers I like you a lot, lot Think you're really hot, hot Let's go to the party Heard our buddy's the DJ Don't forget my lipstick I left it in your ashtray I like you a lot, lot All we want is hot, hot Boys, Boys, Boys We like boys in cars Boys, Boys, Boys Buy us drinks in bars Boys, Boys, Boys With hairspray and denim And Boys, Boys, Boys We love them! We love them! Boys, Boys, Boys We like boys in cars Boys, Boys, Boys Buy us drinks in bars Boys, Boys, Boys With hairspray and denim And Boys, Boys, Boys We love them! We love them! I'm not loose, I like to party Let's get lost in your Ferrari Not psychotic or dramatic I like boys and that is that Love it when you call me "legs" In the morning buy me eggs Watch your heart when we're together Boys like you love me for ever Ohh, oh oh oh- uh-ohhhh-oooo-wuh-ohh Ohh, oh oh oh- uh-ohhhh-oooo-wuh-ohh Ohh, oh oh oh- uh-ohhhh-oooo-wuh-ohh Ohh, oh oh oh- uh-ohhhh-oooo-wuh-ohh Boys, Boys, Boys We like boys in cars Boys, Boys, Boys Buy us drinks in bars Boys, Boys, Boys With hairspray and denim And Boys, Boys, Boys We love them! We love them! Boys, Boys, Boys We like boys in cars Boys, Boys, Boys Buy us drinks in bars Boys, Boys, Boys With hairspray and denim And Boys, Boys, Boys We love them! We love them Boys, Boys, Boys We like boys in cars Boys, Boys, Boys Buy us drinks in bars Boys, Boys, Boys With hairspray and denim And Boys, Boys, Boys We love them! We love them!