affair of you enters here
Time to ride on the new frontier
Get your party started right
With the funk to the fire
We will leave you no escape
With the flames that burn
on the scorched landscape
It's the time of theft and clowns,
The lamest of sounds might grow on you,
but here I come to tell you the truth.
Stealing thunder is the name of the game,
from the cradle to the grave.
We come up in a tribal funk scene
You're looking at the real deal
People ask me what's with the frown
You gotta kiss a lot of ass
just to work in this town
What I gotta do to get their attention
I'd give up all of my worldly goods
just to get into your mind
A point of St. Jude's offer up wine
To wrap that one perfect rhyme
Stealing thumb is the way the
from the cradle to the grave
Don't sell it for no second hand
Mu sic don't come from no business man
So maybe I lose, maybe I win
I ain't gonna let it get under my skin
Gonna work hard to feed the system
Go ten miles, go the distance
If they whip me, it ain't no sin
I just start all over again
from the cradle to the grave
Stealin' thunder is the name of the game
funkin' crazy to the grave
Stealin' thunder is the name of the game
punkin' craver to the grave
Stealin' thunder is the name of the game
punkin' craver to the grave
Stealin' thunder is the name of the game
punkin' craver to the grave
Punkin', punkin', punkin' forever
Skillet thunder is the name of the game
I'm from the cradle to the grave
Forever, from the cradle to the grave