Song Lyrics

Yeah!!!

He's gonna go go get it
Gonna run run set it

Hidden realm
Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
It's not the style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate
Come on everybody, lets get together
I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
What 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 in sight
Well given an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast light

Oh it ain't right, another fight
Well all of it's so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walked through
I walked through the vicious ones
I really don't care

Well there's no more food on the table
What 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 (hard time)
Getting across this trust
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 (love and hate)
Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
I once/What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable

Timothy (usa) Armstrong

The duration of Turntable is 2:34 minutes and seconds.