I fuckin' hate tinitus... Gotta sort out my head, know what I mean?
Not anyone-here's problem.
Builder one day, healer the next, dead soon after.
What a life some of us live. right? Time to celebrate.
Thank Joey and Marry for gettin' it on.
Presume or not that they were whorin' but they still raised a son.
She travelled far, he worked hard, she claimed God wasn't far.
The chances were to grow up, in the muck, but in fact they'd just begun.
But as stories go we know that one.
See, there're cunt'oles in charge, wherever you go.
And it's not that they're like that they just go with the flow.
'Cause the masses all live casual - they know how to grow.
And they do, never stagnant, but in case you don't know:
There are many people fighting over what's wrong and right.
Only problem is the like to decide it with fight-
Tings aint so hot when nobody's out tonight;
Feelin' free wherever with anybody in sight.
My people on the news don't care about dudes.
They just moan and bitch about telegram boos
They read what they're told and then complain with the old
When really motherfuckers need to just be told:
A kid aint a kid if he's grown to a man
And that happens so fast with noone having a plan
You've got people up and down in this sorry little land
Who put themselves on a pedestal 'cause they don't think; except:
They can... Expand
So who's here to stop them. Who's here to raise them
We've been helping ourselves pull back from satan
Yet we're still being crucified by brothers van-hailin'
That they work hard, in one way or another...
But we bought ourselves up. OUR selves.
You got your hippy types, your rockers types, and some just worship charlie.
You got your down to fights your city blights and just-damn-forget-tonights.
You got your up-downs, your ignorants, your stay out of sights.
And when we're in your car, and you're the fucker saying gimme a 100 k I'm a doctor...
Where the fuck is your imput.
Jesus fucking christ.
See, I know what you do. And yeah guys, we do it too.
Sittin' around all day on the tube, waitin' for things to do.
Smilin' at strangers sayin' we know what you've been through.
And the people unlike us? Well they just offer a brew.
See, I've met the whole meds team, I've done their job too.
I look at each of their faces and they're nothing but blue.
They don't lift a finger for anyone and expect you to do...
Everything they don't for nothing, like only they speak the truth...
When they get too tired they deal with shit higher up.
But the thing is, the people who target? They don't give a fuck.
You're calling me mental but this is my point.
This is the hand I've been dealt by the people telling me they're ....
Actually... What the fuck even are they?
You got your hippy types, your rockers types, and some just worship charlie.
You got your down to fights your city blights and just damn-forget-tonights.
You got your up-downs, your ignorants, your stay out of sights.
And when we're in your car, and you're the fucker saying gimme a 100 k I'm a doctor...
So what's a grand to a homeless man who's got cold feet and never had a plan?
So what's propriety to a society who shun non-believers to the propritors
Of a rich list, a forbes list, a terrorist, a cultist, a coder, homeowner, a carer; you care huh...
So slumber and squander your time effort and chunder for a night out a quick pout and ignore the shouts thereover...
There. Over.
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