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Some Kind of Disaster Relief Lyrics
My, my, my, what a position:
The love of my life smoking crack in the kitchen.
Lovely long nails and a nasty half grin:
“It's a livin',” she shrugs.
It's a missile disguised as an ethic.
It's a rabbit suffocating in a rabbit hole.
It's politics as usual.
Some kind of disaster relief.
Honest homes,
simple words,
and honest hopes
are like skipping stones.
You can tell that things are getting terribly real when the suckers in charge don't even gotta lie to the people.
And the only megaphone left working is attached to a steeple.
It's a concrete national forest.
It's a kid with a gun at the age of 10.
It's like the last dying gasp of a friend.
Some kind of disaster relief.
The love of my life smoking crack in the kitchen.
Lovely long nails and a nasty half grin:
“It's a livin',” she shrugs.
It's a missile disguised as an ethic.
It's a rabbit suffocating in a rabbit hole.
It's politics as usual.
simple words,
and honest hopes
are like skipping stones.
And the only megaphone left working is attached to a steeple.
It's a concrete national forest.
It's a kid with a gun at the age of 10.
It's like the last dying gasp of a friend.
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Yeah! you got more trouble then you can handle honey! The f#ck you gonna do? How you gonna scrape on by? I do believe that their are two things you do in this situation, lay down or go into hiding. Cuz some people got brains, Other people got talent Others just look good You and me we got none of those things but listen up!
My, my, my, what a position: The love of my life smoking crack in the kitchen. Lovely long nails and a nasty half grin: “It's a livin',” she shrugs. It's a missile disguised as an ethic. It's a rabbit suffocating in a rabbit hole. It's politics as usual.
Some kind of disaster relief! Some kind of disaster relief! Some kind of disaster relief!
Honest homes, simple words, and honest hopes are like skipping stones skipping stones
You can tell that things are getting terribly real when the suckers in charge don't even gotta lie to the people. And the only megaphone left working is attached to a steeple. It's a concrete national forest. It's a kid with a gun at the age of 10. It's like the last dying gasp of a friend.
Some kind of disaster relief. Some kind of disaster relief!