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Quacktors and Bureaucats Lyrics
I don't want it honey you believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
I can't see it why do we believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Taking all my money away,
But I don't understand what the bureaucats say
Keep up to my pace, crawling through the rat race
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Exploitation, inter-city nation
We don't need the quacktor to tell us why
Oh working an assembly line
But the money we make is a bureaucats slime
Oh when I'm walking home
Got my heart in my mouth that it hurts me yeah
And I'm almost gone
I know a man he won't let me know
Extra extra read all about it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
They take the high road we take the no-road
We cannot go back to tell us why
Singing on the radio waves
But the man in the box
He's talking no raise, so pay
I don't want it honey you believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why, why
I can't see it why do we believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Oh when I'm walking home
Got my heart in my mouth that it hurts me no
I'm almost gone
I know a man he don't let me know
Oh working an assembly line
But the money we make is a bureaucats slime
To me, to me
Oh, and what's cooking
Keep on looking
All the time
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
I can't see it why do we believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Taking all my money away,
But I don't understand what the bureaucats say
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Exploitation, inter-city nation
We don't need the quacktor to tell us why
But the money we make is a bureaucats slime
Oh when I'm walking home
Got my heart in my mouth that it hurts me yeah
And I'm almost gone
I know a man he won't let me know
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
They take the high road we take the no-road
We cannot go back to tell us why
But the man in the box
He's talking no raise, so pay
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why, why
I can't see it why do we believe it
I don't need no quacktor to tell me why
Oh when I'm walking home
Got my heart in my mouth that it hurts me no
I'm almost gone
I know a man he don't let me know
But the money we make is a bureaucats slime
To me, to me
Oh, and what's cooking
Keep on looking
All the time
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This song is a critique of government and political figures, revolving around themes of disillusionment and skepticism towards authority, primarily in the context of societal and economic structures. They talk about their deep frustration with the way power is wielded by those in charge, questioning the methods which keep the masses believing in a flawed system. The term "quacktor" serves as a critique of figures in society, likely politicians, experts, or just dictators. The second term "bureaucats" refers to the bureaucratic power they wield, which they manipulate for their gain, likening them to something dirty or untrustworthy like "slime".
Ultimately, this song highlights the tension between individuals and the systems of power that seek to control and exploit them. Through creative imagery and metaphors, it critiques those who claim to have the solution while often misleading people into disappointment and frustration.