Tick Tock... Tickkiittty Tock v1 x Liquid Courage (Remastered) (Mashup)

(FX: ticking clock, slow and loud in the background)

Identical in life, trashing all that's in sight,  
we’re moving left and right, sideways sliding, stubborn attitudes crashing the night.  
Drinking that stuff, gets me motivated,  
to talking, or walking, or over-stimulated.

We’re dancing and stepping, we’re grooving and moving,  
those moments don’t stop, and there’s no one losing.  
Forcefully pushing, grabbing at heart strings,  
sun is rising, pushing at everything.

Stopping the bullshit, being a man,  
abused, being used, stop being confused,  
just grab your balls, throw caution to the walls and win.

(shouted)  
Why? Tick tock… ticketity rock,  
angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock.  
Open the door, bury the sore and ignore it… ignore the roar!

Taking a sip, just a lick, or a sniff of that stuff,  
it makes me stronger, last longer, a little more buff.  
I can grab ya, I can jab ya, we can walk or we can dance,  
when it’s time to do the job, liquid courage ups your chance—  
Liquid courage! … take a sip.

I will lift you up, I will always show up,  
I know what you need and you’re not looking for speed.  
It’s a slow kiss on a warm summer’s night,  
keep grinding, keep smiling, and glow so bright.  
Oh baby… slow baby… I need a quick minute…

Ultimately pushing to get to the line,  
and no, nothing is fucking fine.  
Stop worrying about why, don’t act childishly shy,  
get on your horse, stay the course, and don’t look back—goodbye.

(shouted / bigger)  
Why? Tick tock… ticketity rock,  
angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock.  
Open the door, bury the sore and ignore it… ignore the roar!

When she showed up her name was Molly,  
and boy oh boy was she a bit jolly.  
We had 1, 2, or 20 times to think about… it,  
our minds were blown and so was my—wait, stop it.

This dream of nothing happened like a big ol’ lie,  
stop acting, being bashful, or even looking shy.  
Now pucker up and kiss my lips,  
this was a dream, not a fantasy or a wish…

Hands of time are moving, fashionably slow to the end,  
life will not bend as circumstance tortures through every bend.  
Well here you are… what ya gonna do now?  
Fucking stand…

(max intensity – call & response)  
Why? (Tick tock!) Tick tock… ticketity rock!  
Angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock!  
Open the door—  
Taking a sip, just a lick, or sniff of that stuff,  
bury the sore and ignore it… ignore the roar!

I can grab ya, I can jab ya, we can walk or we can dance,  
when it’s time to do the job, liquid courage ups your chance.  
Liquid courage!! … take a sip—

(FX: ticking clock louder, like an alarm, mixed with crowd chant)  
Tick tock… liquid courage… tick tock… take a sip…  
Tick toxk… tick tock.

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(FX: ticking clock, slow and loud in the background) Identical in life, trashing all that's in sight, we’re moving left and right, sideways sliding, stubborn attitudes crashing the night. Drinking that stuff, gets me motivated, to talking, or walking, or over-stimulated. We’re dancing and stepping, we’re grooving and moving, those moments don’t stop, and there’s no one losing. Forcefully pushing, grabbing at heart strings, sun is rising, pushing at everything. Stopping the bullshit, being a man, abused, being used, stop being confused, just grab your balls, throw caution to the walls and win. (shouted) Why? Tick tock… ticketity rock, angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock. Open the door, bury the sore and ignore it… ignore the roar! Taking a sip, just a lick, or a sniff of that stuff, it makes me stronger, last longer, a little more buff. I can grab ya, I can jab ya, we can walk or we can dance, when it’s time to do the job, liquid courage ups your chance— Liquid courage! … take a sip. I will lift you up, I will always show up, I know what you need and you’re not looking for speed. It’s a slow kiss on a warm summer’s night, keep grinding, keep smiling, and glow so bright. Oh baby… slow baby… I need a quick minute… Ultimately pushing to get to the line, and no, nothing is fucking fine. Stop worrying about why, don’t act childishly shy, get on your horse, stay the course, and don’t look back—goodbye. (shouted / bigger) Why? Tick tock… ticketity rock, angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock. Open the door, bury the sore and ignore it… ignore the roar! When she showed up her name was Molly, and boy oh boy was she a bit jolly. We had 1, 2, or 20 times to think about… it, our minds were blown and so was my—wait, stop it. This dream of nothing happened like a big ol’ lie, stop acting, being bashful, or even looking shy. Now pucker up and kiss my lips, this was a dream, not a fantasy or a wish… Hands of time are moving, fashionably slow to the end, life will not bend as circumstance tortures through every bend. Well here you are… what ya gonna do now? Fucking stand… (max intensity – call & response) Why? (Tick tock!) Tick tock… ticketity rock! Angrily grab it, life’s mother fucking lock! Open the door— Taking a sip, just a lick, or sniff of that stuff, bury the sore and ignore it… ignore the roar! I can grab ya, I can jab ya, we can walk or we can dance, when it’s time to do the job, liquid courage ups your chance. Liquid courage!! … take a sip— (FX: ticking clock louder, like an alarm, mixed with crowd chant) Tick tock… liquid courage… tick tock… take a sip… Tick toxk… tick tock.

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