Street Sweeper Social Club

Street Sweeper Social Club - The Squeeze songtekst

Je score:

This brick

Which is gripped by my fingers

Which shoot out from my hand

Which is fastened to my arm

That meets up with my shoulder

That sits well below my head

That surrounds my brain

Which is tied up with thoughts of resent-

Ment, fear, and loathing

Because of your using me in your road to

Wealth and power

Will crash through your picture window

And kill you



We gon put you in the squeeze

We gon put you in the squeeze



The city is a planet of glass and granite

And it's ran by some masters of mack

Mechanics

We got schools where the facts are

Banished

We got scams where your stocks'll vanish

And the hospitals is gon cost you racks

So panic



All the gangsters throw your triggers up

All the stoners throw your flickers up

All the drunks throw your liquor up

All the bank tellers stick em up

Teach them babies how to grip a buck



When this hits the streets it's

Thunder with thesis

We'll show where the beast is

Make sure it decreases

They smolder with speeches

We shoulder the leeches

Call off them polices

This ain't where the thief is



Janitors

Work all night like Dracula

Burger flippers grab your spatulas

Managers

Get your Acuras

Big bosses guard your sack because

We'll put it in the squeeze

Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze

Squ-squ-squ-squ

We gon put you in the squeeze

Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze

We gon put you in the

We gon put you in the



World poverty has just gone platinum

Unemployment checks

Need to come with a gat in em

Chains and leather whips

Slave masters still crackin em

This is where I'm scattin from

Listen to the battle drum

We all got our shackles on



Ladies shoot your deuce-deuces

Bankers tip your masseuses

Wardens tighten up your nooses

Muthafuckas make noise if you bought

Your clothes boosted



The earth is composed of space and

Atoms

And controlled by some pimps

Without Stacy Adams

But one day they're gon taste the cannon

When the people rise up

And make them muthafuckas face the dragon



Mercenaries show your paychecks

Homeless folks show your blankets

Rich folks throw your banquets

Tell officials what to say next

Cuz they won't be at ease

When we put em in the squeeze



Squ-squ-squ-squ

We gon put you in the squeeze

Squ-squ-squ-squ

We gon put you in the squeeze

Squ-squ-squ-squ

We gon put you in the squeeze



Cuz they vote with their guns

Cuz they vote with their guns

Cuz they vote with their guns

Cuz they vote with their guns

Cuz they vote with their guns

Cuz they vote with their guns

Cuz they vote with their guns

You know they vote with their guns


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