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Modern Scrape
05:21
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All fell quiet, the highest bidder
said, 'The god that made you was a kidder.'
And in response, the heavy hitters
said, 'I don't need no babysitter.'
Grabbed a beverage by the counter.
Had the sense of being watched.
Why say anything that matters
when all is forgot?
Tell me, is there something better in all the modern scrape?
Or are we all in this together, abreast, aghast, agape?
Will I be like this forever, am I soft and given shape?
Or am I just some motherfucker, black-and-white, and caught on tape?
Well, I never.
If I may please direct your attention
to the pantheon of free prevention.
Do you hear the staunch cries of retention
of a smiling man's right to ascension?
Heard it on the radio.
Turned it off, got on the horn.
Though slouched in simpatico,
there's someone else who's being born.
And I read it in a letter, yeah, some Californian jape,
that I should go find something better, that I should thrash open the drapes.
Will I be like this forever, with this sweat upon my nape,
or am I just a cavalcader, dragging coattails and a cape?
Well, I never.
I walked. (watched)
I gave.
March on.
Behave.
Do you walk? (watch)
Do you save?
March on, good soldier.
Behave.
Be it steel or be it leather, I will tender my escape.
Though we're all in this together, padding o'er the modern scrape.
Will I be like this forever, am I soft and given shape?
Or am I just some motherfucker, black-and-white and caught on tape?
Well, I never.
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2. |
The New King
04:10
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Did you hear? Did you see?
Got me crowned on live TV.
Cast my court with self-made gods
who only want what's best for me.
Sea sank back, the birds took wing,
and the shadow's grabbin' everything.
A planet rogue commands the sky
but I want you to smile and sing.
Well!
You gotta shake down, you gotta scream now.
You gotta know where you're goin', showin' we got a bit to go.
You gotta look out, you gotta speak up.
You gotta know where you're goin', showin' we got a bit to go.
I want silence, I want noise.
I want only girls and boys.
I want God and I want marriage.
I want all the babies in a baby carriage.
If I could I'd lock you up and tie you into chairs.
If I could I'd line you up all in your matchin' pairs.
If I could I'd put my name on all of your lawns.
If I could I'd leave ya not a single scrap on.
[chorus]
Here they come, here they are.
Throw em out, they gone too far.
Hey there gorgeous, come on by.
Course you will, 'cause I'm a star.
God made me, God made you,
now come see what God made me do.
God made me, God made you,
now come see what God made me do to you.
[chorus]
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