Frank Zappa Lyrics

Frank Zappa Lyrics

"The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing Lyrics"

The Mission Lyrics
My Shining Star Oh Teach Me More My Heart Is Bleeding For The Lost Ones There's So Many People So Many Souls Lost Without A Warning I Can't See Them Go The Wrong Direction Your Voice Is Calling Call

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Tommy Mars (keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (bass)
Ed Mann (percussion)
David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David Logeman (drums)
Craig Steward (harmonica)
Jimmy Carl Black (vocals)
Ahmet Zappa (vocals)
Moon Z
Next stop Heaven Lyrics
I'm wide awake but you've got me dreamin Make no mistake I love how I'm fealing I can't believe the spell that I'm under You get to me and boy it's no wonder With your heart beating next to mine in Perfect time boy
appa (vocals)

Some take the bible
For what it's worth
When it says that the meek
Shall inherit the Earth
Well, I heard that some sheik
Has bought New Jersey last week
'N you suckers ain't gettin' nothin'
Is Hare Rama really wrong
If you wander around
With a napkin on
With a bell on a stick
An' your hair is all gone...
(The geek shall inherit nothin')

You say yer life's a bum deal
'N yer up against the wall...
Well
I Sho Will Lyrics
[Intro - DJ Paul] Yeah... Hypnotize Minds... Lil' Wyte... It's going down... the club crazy right now.. I don't believe you'll do... we don't believe you... Yeah... yeah... finish It!... what!.. [Chorus - Lil' Wyte] x2
people, you ain't even got no
Deal at all
'Cause what they do
In Washington
They just takes care
of NUMBER ONE
An' NUMBER ONE ain't YOU
You ain't even NUMBER TWO

Those Jesus Freaks
Well, they're friendly but
The shit they believe
Has got their minds all shut
An' they don't even care
When the church takes a cut
Ain't it bleak when you got so much
nothin'
(So whaddya do)
Eat that pork
Eat that ham
Laugh
V.R.S. (Victory Records Sucks) Lyrics
Back in the day in the '80s when the old bands would play (old school) They managed O.K. They did fine Although they never got paid (that's cool) 50 cent shows, no cars we walked Both ways through the snow (up hill) That's h
till ya choke
On Billy Graham
Moses, Aaron 'n Abraham...
They're all a waste of time
'N it's yer ass that's on the line
(IT'S YER ASS THAT'S ON THE LINE)

Do what you wanna
Do what you will
Just don't mess up
Your neighbor's thrill
'N when you pay the bill
Kindly leave a little tip
And help the next poor sucker
On his one way trip...
SOME TAKE THE BIBLE...
(Aw gimme half a dozen for the hotel
room!)