Lyrics:
Storm the palace, storm the palace
Storm the palace, storm the palace
Turn it into flats, make 'em all ex-pats
Cause tourism is congestion
Tourism is
the all ex-pats
'Cause tourism is congestion
Tourism is congestion
Storm the palace
Storm the palace
You can stick you obe
I'll sort out your
Tourism-English?
The best way to kill yourself up
Is to try to heal somebody else up
If you aren't going all the way
Why go at all Tourism-English?
Where is
Blood on the ground
Crossing the border
Blood on the face
Empty tourism
Blood in the brains
Begging for coins
Seeking a home
Or empty tourism
Looking
Emotional tourism
Why's it feel so right?
Emotional tourism
Every Monday night
It's so easy to write a love song
It's so easy to write a sad song
It's so easy
money
No tourism
Nothing
Nothing
The rule of banks
The rule of capital
Dollar, Lollar
Riad Salameh
Get fucked
Get fucked
The Lira is well
It's really
money
No tourism
Nothing
Nothing
The rule of banks
The rule of capital
Dollar, Lollar
Riad Salameh
Get fucked
Get fucked
The Lira is well
It's really
tourism
I need you beside me
Nothing compares with
The feel of your touch on my skin
Love is no tourism
I need you beside me
Nothing compares with
The feel
touch
The golden ratio
Disney-esque endings
Predictable tourism
Cyber-begging
Hitting the g spot of the avant-garde
Conspiracy blues
Dystopian dating
Keeping the talk to a less
Tourism flex in a vest
Made it back with the P's, I invest
Major publishing deals getting left
I can make all the links all
begin again in the descent into what's kept inside
We'll hide
Hide
Commanding understanding
Your tourism is just branding
You have a way with me
Show me
बनाओगे
अभी भी वक़्त बहोत है
सुधरने बोलो सरकारों को
जो सीना चीर के मिलता हो
वो tourism नहीं चाहिए पहाड़ो को
वो tourism नहीं चाहिए पहाड़ो को
gave his life for tourism.
Golden idol!
He's an Egyptian
They're sellin' you.
Now, when I die,
Don't think I'm a nut,
Don't want no fancy funeral,
gave his life for tourism.
Golden idol!
He's an Egyptian
They're sellin' you.
Now, when I die,
Don't think I'm a nut,
Don't want no fancy funeral,
gave his life for tourism.
Golden idol!
He's an Egyptian
They're sellin' you.
Now, when I die,
Don't think I'm a nut,
Don't want no fancy funeral,
Cynicism
Terrorism
Urizel o urizel
Jurism
Tourism
Neologism
Imperialism
Cleverism
Criticism
Cataphatacism
Apophatacism
Dogmatism
Apologeticism
Schism
tourism
Let us flirt with the enemy
Let us smelt pig-iron in our back yards
Let us sell snow to under-developed nations
(It is true one of our national
that in mind
I believe the unabridged Spirit World
Field Guide compiled here
To be the ultimate companion for
All modern supernatural tourism
As well
paramedic, and a dead ringer
For every Irish fuck who ever had his picture on
A poster for the offices of Irish Tourism
Now I love Frank, and I love all o'
hand over mine to them
Travel where you are, tourism is sin
These are the ruins we left behind, you can't take pictures of them
If what they say is
of an aquabatic zoo
Oh Billy (Billy), Billy (Billy)
The poster fish of tourism Iowa!
kill of we tourism yo
Dem don't like we true we bun counsel and bun M.P.
Dem a bring segregation no unity
Pure promise bout yah and no loyalty
the surrealism of a gen z tourism spotlight
Sound motion fantasies
Zoom out delusions of reality
To critique my emotions, self-doubt, and exhaustion tonight
graduation
Don’t ever fall into clout
Make your music worth of conversation
You been dancin’ in surrealism
Colored tourism
Don’t ever take them fake opinions
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