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Intro
01:14
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The Karl Marx Rap
02:44
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I wanna get out but I don't wanna go home
I wanna sing for all the people 'cause I gotta be known
It's imperative for me to see my name up in lights
But I don't gotta lie and I don't gotta fight
I'm gonna go as hard as I really can
To say, "Fuck the police!" and "Fuck the man!"
He's holdin' me down with metaphysical things—
The mechanics of the mind—and he be taxin' my bling
Hit the road, Jack...
He's pushin' you down just like Karl Marx predicted
You say, "Fuck the superstructure; this opiate's addictive!"
Only way I know how to get outta chains
Is to release your mind like you're illin' from pain
Pain inside from losin' the game
Pain of every day just feelin' the same
If you're feelin' sedated, just smoke a bowl
Steer clear of the blow, and take it easy, yo
Hit the road, Jack...
Like Kanye West and little Young Jeezy
I find failure impossible and killin' it easy
It's not in my vocab to give up the ghost
It's in my best interest to put on a good show
And to ask you, "Can you be the president?"
And, "Are you prepared to lose your life for this?"
Because anything less ain't worth givin' a shit
If you want it bad you gonna have to work for it
Work your way through the pack 'til you're the king-hitter
Try to keep from becomin' bitter
Because not everybody be believin' in Jesus
But, mark my words, when we win it, they'll see us
We gonna break outta jail and catch us some tail
Win a Grammy award, 'cause we're too big to fail
Hit the road, Jack...
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I can't sleep in the morning, and I can't sleep at night
I can't sleep in the darkness, and I can't sleep in the light
This must be some kinda purgatory
This must be some grey waiting room for me
Where we can't sleep...
I go to school in the morning, and I go to school at night
I get schooled by the darkness, and I get schooled under lights
This must be some kinda purgatory
This must be some nice bedtime story
Where we can't sleep...
I go to work in the morning, and I go to work at night
I go to work under darkness, and I go to work in sunlight
This must be some kinda purgatory
This must be some giant hamster-wheel for me
Where we can't sleep...
I kiss the mister in the morning, and I kiss the mister at night
I kiss the mister in the darkness, and I kiss him, bathed in light
This must be some kinda purgatory
These gold bands, worn fine weather or stormy
Where we can't sleep...
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4. |
Dollhouse
05:13
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You got a little dollhouse heart, no room for me
You got a little dollhouse heart, no room for me
Everything that opens and shuts, no room for me
You got a little dollhouse heart, no room for me
You got a hand covered in rings, no room for me
You got a hand covered in rings, no room for me
Rubies and emeralds and gold, no room for me
You got a hand what covered in rings, no room for me
I want to live the next sixty loud years, just you and me and the sea
[original outro to cat power's live version of her song "maybe not"]
Run and hide, runnin' long
Standin' slow, on and on, here we go
Runnin' hard, runnin' low
But do you know where to go?
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Little Birdie
02:40
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Little birdie told me, about you been runnin' games
Little birdie warned me, "She gon' forget your name"
"Hey, boy, she gon' forget your name"
"Hey, boy, she gon' forget your name"
Little birdie saw you, he said he saw you with another man
One hand around your waist, and you were walkin' hand-in-hand
Hey, girl, you were walkin' hand-in-hand
Hey, girl, you were walkin' hand-in-hand
Little birdie sang a song, called The Bird is the Word
He told me you been tellin' lies, please
Please don't make a grown man cry, no no
Please don't make a grown man cry, no no
Please don't make a grown man cry, no no
Please don't make a grown man cry
Don't worry, baby
Wipe those tears away
Don't worry, baby
I'll love you if you promise you'll stay
I'll love you if you promise you'll stay
I'll love you if you promise you'll stay
Je t'aime
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime...
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Bullshit
01:12
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They put a bull inside my bedroom
They put him on the ground while I was sleeping sound
They put a bull inside my bedroom
I don't know what to do, his eyes always watching you, oh!
They said to me, "It's 'bout economy"
I call it bullshit, I call it taxonomy
It's just a sign we're going crazy
They're putting bulls in the street, what's that do for you and me?
Nothin'!
Nothin'!
Nothin'!
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7. |
Outro
03:50
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Kid Σ Amsterdam, The Netherlands
NEED
FUNDS
FOR
LESS
SHITTY
RECORDING
QUALITY
OF
ACOUSTIC
UKULELE GRUNGEGAZE EXPERIMENTS.
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