Lyrics:
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something
and I
And the sun
Soon as the smog's all clear, we'll get our hour in the sun, in the sun
And until dusk draws near, we'll get our hour in the sun, in
carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smog,
And I feel myself a cog in somethin'
And smog in the air
No one in the streets, and no one anywhere
I drink when I drink and I eat from a can
And I'm standin' by the microwave 'til I feel
a značky
Necháme za sebou všechno co bolí nás, dneska to stačí
Chtěli by mi říkat jak to mám dělat
ale to co umí voni je jen dál štěkat
Já tu otevírám roky
Rawr, bitch!
(Haters talkin', bashin' on me
Haters talkin', bashin' on me
Haters talkin', bashin' on me
Haters talkin', bashin' on me)
Diamond smog
Rawr, bitch
(Haters talkin', bashin' on me
Haters talkin', bashin' on me
Haters talkin', bashin' on me
Haters talkin', bashin' on me)
Diamond smog
blind from the light
Using water 'til the wells run dry
Chopping trees for another high-rise
Can't even see through smog in the sky
Oh won't ya stand up
tapes
And the smog from LA
And so I'll surf these dunes
And hum my tunes
And now I'm
Hanging low
And driving high
Like tide and noon
I'm just passing by
of chips divided by five?
Well thats a Nike worker's meal.
And Santa Claus multipied by "i",
well, I guess that makes him real.
And the, square root
got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel just like a cog in something
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Then can I walk beside you?
I have come here to lose the smog,
And I feel to be a cog in something
Flip 'em up, flip 'em down, flip 'em around
Mutha fuckas mind all warped
From breathin all the smog
I'm all up in the shit, like if my name was frog
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
blowing tree by the sea
I told 'em keep the receipt
'Cause I got what I need
A small way to save waste at any pace
That's a leg in the race
I try to keep
the kings and soldiers wasn't what I promised
What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
miastem znowu wisi smog
Że aż strach wyjść zajarać pod blok
Ośmiokrotne przekroczenie dopuszczalnych norm
Ostatnio dzieci coraz dłużej śpią
Marzę o tym by
[Eon]
We arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage London fog
I'm fuckin your G after you took her to miniature golf
From the floor of this
Crafting my reality from the scraps of forgotten dreams
Year by year you slave away
Year by year they fade away
Losing hope, losing faith
Trading
I severely hurt my lungs by taking steps in smog
I would die before you breathe on more time
Take the 99 if you take the 1 percent
The people
Well I'm so laid back, I'm my own worst enemy, keep it all inside bottled up bad energy,
Then I hear the sound of this musical amphetamine,
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