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Lampoon the underclass. Spoonfeed the inquisitive.
Cultural regression starts here.
Where's the professors?
Where's the successors?
Where's the success?
When sex sucks and we're like dead ducks
Selling ourselves for ten bucks.
Recently autonomy has got to me
And falling apart is not what it's cracked up to be.
I always thought it sat uncomfortably
With a race that are basically sheep without the woolly jumpers.
That means we're shivering, searching for a shepherd.
We thought we'd found some but we were chasing after crooks.
We've been learning all the lessons
When probably we should have been burning all the books.
So this is progress:
A century of bloodshed,
A prozac generation,
On every corner a Mcds?
So this is liberation:
A thousand shades of lipstick
And a surgeon who makes you look like they tell you you should be.
Everything is not okay. We are moving backwards.
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I was always going to a gangster
Before thugs were invented.
Never smile in public,
Getting gold fronts from the dentist.
Never pull my pants up,
Probably purchase a firearm,
lick shots at polo while bumping Ice Cube from my hire car.
I was going to slang rocks and hustle fools,
Walk down Corporation Street encrusted in jewels.
But now I look back- this is a joke.
I flick through my iPod- my favourite genre is alternative folk!
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Isn't it great how Bill Gates can build crates of plastic and steel plates into machines to replace your real mates
Whether the smartest or the brightest, artists or writers or even gamers?
But he ain't gonna save us.
It's a thing of beauty how Wayne Rooney plays through the tightest defence like they were standing on parade duty
And with some luck he can abduct the world cup from our European neighbours
But he ain't gonna save us.
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We're coming live from Scar City
Where scarcity's the norm.
The formation of the clouds suggests there'll be a storm.
It's warmer than a sauna
War torn and forlorn.
Live from Scar City. Raise your swords and blow your horns.
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Left Right (Saccage Mix)
04:04
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Left. Right.
What rights are left? What respite?
Right. Left.
Sidestep til my death,
This is my breath.
Forget about the next life- I've set my sights.
I have the right to breathe
The right to eat
Right to sleep
Clothes on my back to p[rotect from frostbite.
The right to earn enough for the bills I'm trying to meet
The right to learn to right
I think you heard me right.
The right for men in white to check my pulse when my chest's tight
So I can breathe a sigh of relief
To have friends and a family tree
Thats a right that's applying to me
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We hate being lost but we don't want to be found
Find a man with a map and we follow him round
And round and round- where's autonomy now?
We hate being lost but we don't want to be found
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Necessary Kneeling
03:17
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Are you happy living life on your knees?
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With
03:10
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Is it you with me or is it me with you?
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