Lyrics:
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb-ee-doo-aa
Oh, I wish I could be like you
Rikky rock'n' roller
Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb-ee-doo-aa
En, två, en,
seen
Can you catch the wind?
See a breeze?
It's presence which you feel by the leaves of a tree
An image of my faith in the old TV
In my mind's eye
I
prisoner, prisoner, land
Getting slammed from the protest, no food
Force fed him like OB with a nose tube
Visions say consult the yogi with the gold
but it seems, like
You've been watching T.V. Screens
Been busy reading all their magazines
Been playing in their land of make believe, it's so serene
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da
all fans of Hunch
Walking by faith don't always save you when you walking through the land
Cus all you see is sin at the bottom like the tv when
they do that seriously?)
Imagine if you will
A multi-millionaire Television Evangelist,
Saved from Korean Combat duty by his father, a U.S. Senator
not rich I'm just on the way back to the land where they need this grip
You give yours to a charity fund, I give mine to a cuz that's sick
You see
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande
I've seen
country
Every day by day is a different story
Yea yea
If I thief ten thousand
You go see me for your tv screen
But big man dey denge dey pose
Him dey chop
Big drip Big stain
Moswanted gang gang
Big sticks Big drums
Are guns bang bang
C.A.P that the main land
We see the opps we don't shake hands
We
Pound
No father figure, just gangbang nigga
'cause they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on TV
Most of us ain't got
As the states raid and invade another land
Hatred (?) for Sam
The Grand Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan
Winners goal: To control, be number one
Making
how are you doing - brainwashed, ignorant, and deceived
beautiful words i will tell you on tv
i will lie to the poor and give to the rich
smells like
hear from heaven and will forgive their sins
And heal their land
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If my people who are called by my name
Humble themselves
obiedzie oglądał w TV jak gwiazdeczkom się wiedzie
Tam botoksowy pan w przedrogim gajerze prawił o artyzmie i jego land roverze
Och taki stłamszony
Nie ma
hand
And buried nuclear waste on Indian land
Nuclear waste on Indian land
We've got high tech people with low tech souls
And dot com Wi-Fi Internet
other place to play
Dirty tricks and politics
Rape your land and dig your grave
Come all you cynics
It's time for you to fight
Turn off the TV
And turn
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
money make a motherfucker bend
If you'd rather me than you die in the end again and again
I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin' in
and watch TV
Well, I finally found a city
Full of people just like me
Well we're gonna drag Bruce Springsteen
By his axe through our streets
By the time
and punch me in my face
Let me feel something
Cuz I just feel erased
Ugh
How do I end up by myself
Working night til day to find myself
Do I bind myself get
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