1. |
Money Worries
02:16
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No judgement, but with dishonorable mention
I think my landlord and his kind deserve to die for his crimes
well are you carrying this around
and have you ever thought to act it out?
chloroform soaked, rag in their mouths
smack em around, now rent out the house
ah just kidding, kids now just like to play the victim
I’m a peaceful man
I volunteer, I work with children
given immunity, I’d do it this instant
with pleasure, guilty conscience
think of the family, money worries
bedtime story, money worries
Oh my God
look who’s back from dead to lead the guard
militant anachronists
and they think it’s a VR
history will never inspire for longer than it will take to repeat
she busts her ass and came up short
then they cut my hours just after baby was born
don’t be scared, don’t pull your chord
I’ll be fine, I’ll get more
all to live in exile from myself
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2. |
Luck
04:51
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Do you hear the people sing and barricade themselves inside
Pay a day of their lives to watch the working class do exercise
I care about the fallout
I read about it before it happened
If your source is verified, man you’re compromised
Aiding assassins
And the wrong ones, the bad guys
Paying them with taxes
That got washed down
Down on K Street in the 80s
It was Soros, no it was the fed
It was your own mother late from work
cause she was paying off her debts
to the pedophile press
Was in the back of a pizza place
Pepperoni, red pepper flakes
a naked runaway, yeah chicken from a swing state
I think he means well
I think he needs our help
And they want to fuck you off and write you out
Of your role this season
After buying your freedom
And they say they’ll spin it off
Make you the star
Where no one else is speaking
Till you don’t even see them
And they’ll carve their face to pulp
And hold a march
Lobby for surgery to be hot enough for pop
And they’ll sell their sex for the soul of Robert Johnson
On knees at crossroads sucking him off
I don’t believe in Luck
Or achievement for something
Done under the gun
And I want it to fuck me up and leave the scene
And leave me nothing
But a son for a song
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3. |
Borstal Field
05:06
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I hate the chirping of birds
all my enemies move quickly
I’m the scared warm dove
you’ve been eaten out
changing paintings
of the future child’s hellfire
maytag hangings
grown child prison bride
in a Borstal Field
take this string
sail from here
which one of my kites will get eaten by miserable sky
doesn’t anyone look forward
doesn’t any writer love her world
and am I going through pain you would rather
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