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311 - Shooting Up Flairs songtekst
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Not the back of a gentle mother I do like a manhole cover It keeps on pounding my head We'll order water Torture sauce and economics Every day just more comics In a pissing contest That started out with atomic bombs Mom will they drop the bomb Will they think about their children's children Be a forwardless mess and this No one to call You can't make them stall I want to feed them to each other Cause I'm sick of them all How can't you see something's missing Is anyone listening We're shooting up flares Does anyone care They got this world locked down bound and gagged From the reds in Pine Ridge to that land in Bagdad When did our leaders Become bottom feeders We're shooting up flares Does anyone care They got this world locked down bound and gagged With constant fear and paranoia toxins in our head It's just something they know how to do How to make everyone feel uncalm The masses just take it while they turn the screws Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb It's just something that we got to fight How to make everyone feel uncalm Keep us distracted with ?? Porno shows, MTV hoes, and all the radio It's the same fucking song That's just the way it goes Cold turkey world to democracy's girls From the rules of engagements sweet heart This is the world How can so many sit silent Enough to the violence We're shooting up flares Does anyone care They got this world locked down bound and gagged The Botox, Barbie dolls, and magazine ads It's just something they know how to do How to make everyone feel uncalm The masses just take it while they turn the screws Bring to a boil, add oil, then bomb Embodying all that we know to be wrong How to make everyone feel uncalm When a war chant becomes a popular song