"G7 Dick Electro Boogie" as written by and Quan/ely Yeomans....
If I were the third world my ass'd be numb from the fucking
Could I get a word in? before you slide the fucking turd in
Taken all the g7 dick I can handle
Time to go down and bite off the roman candle

Thanks for the aid now I pay you back triple
Business as usual gang rape a cripple
You got the gatt in the small of my back
So you want to tell me where your conscience is at?

[Repeat: x2]
Thanks for the aid you traders enslave

Jesus god fuck it gotta make a profit
Pop it in the coffin marked structural adjustment
Check out the scenery high yielding greenery
Can't feed the kids but would you like a cup of coffee?

Chemical intravene fat plantation
Where'd you get the shit? oh buy it from satan
Just round the corner service with a smile
His first name's car his last name's gill
Thanks for the aid you traders enslave (x4)

Another sick pauper ha I don't want to bore you
You've got me by the balls so of course I abhore you
Well I just work here but I can sympathise
You fuck with the world bacnk they cut you down to size

I.m.f. are insane mother fuckers
The pushers come to shove us with the shit from above us
Bad karma no drama
But just try fuck with the indian farmers

The traders enslave dig them a grave (x4)


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"G7 Dick Electric Boogie" as written by Martin Lee Ben Ely

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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