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Rare Americans

Hullabaloo

 

Hullabaloo

(album: Rare Americans 2 - 2021)


Excuse the renovations
Our Doberman Dalmatians
We're just making preparations
For the false flag operation

Anyway, your participation
In The Lemming Corporation
Includes two full weeks paid vacation
White-washed accommodations

At the company plantation
There's a safe sensation
Bottomless libations
With your full cooperation

Thank you for your patience

We're here to help, we're here to help you
You need not worry 'bout that hullabaloo
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo

Doom is the mood in the room

Evil looms, darkness lurks
Safety in numbers, members perks
Things are sad, they will get worse
We want you bad, this army church
The fence is not a safe place for you to stay
Don't think you understand, the forces at play
Care for a Serviette James?
You got Kool-Aid kid all over your face
Hear my words, sing my song
Opportunities knocking, ding ding-ity dong

Were encrypted, subscripted, soldiers of the brand
Homo-lookalikes, million-man marching band
So let me look ya in the eye straight when I ask ya
Will you take my word? (Take my word)
Will ya take my hand? (Take my hand)
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake my goddamn ole wrinkly hand

Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo

I got this buzzing in my ear it's here for good I fear, my dear
I got these spots in my sights like I can't turn out the lights
Sweat drips from my palms all day long
Don't wanna fuck this up man, I can't get this wrong
It's clear in my mind as a traffic jam
I think there might be something wrong with uncle Graham

It's calm in my head as a high-speed chase
I got those memories man, that you can't erase
I do, what I gotta do
Just run away from that

Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?