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Busdriver

Suing Sony

 

Suing Sony

(album: Temporary Forever - 2002)


I apologize to the lawyers who've been waiting in the hall, this next case isn't on the sign in sheet

If you have a pulse I'm yours
I'm putty shaped like a t shirt
I've not learned to die yet
But touch my sandwich, there's fly larva droppings on the toppings
I have a pie chart of the pop teens
Hot springs success rate in the sex slate
So I'm chasing this ambulance
Holding the sky high heap of paper, that's been signed
While answering my sci-fi beep and pager
Reminding me I'm in excruciating pain
But my face is a wide eyed screen saver
So why don't I comply to cheap labor
And while it's raining itemized receipts
But I hurt too and need some consultation
My name encrusted in hot donut glaze
And it's close to an amount that equates to a new me
Yes I need a new me
'Cause the other new me said I'm a newly wed married to a warn head shot force fed slop
From a company, who are they?
I'll sue them (sue you)

I'm suing Sony
I'm suing Sony
Due to defamation of a character from a fictional character that was based on me
Caricature of me and a porcelain figurine that gave me poor skin and liver and spleen complications
I'm suing Sony
I'm suing Sony

So much as disturb a single paint brush bristle
And I won't just make your blood drizzle
I'll arms race with a scud missile
I'll drown you in the legalese of a lawsuit
Pause and mute you, why?
'Cause I'm bored stiff
And to get me out of this couch you need a forklift
While I'm here I'm a world champ channel browser, rabble-rouser
With a 64 bit thing or something or other
You've awakened me from my comfortable coma
And I've run to record in Kev's dirty laundry
Unearthly quandary, Leimert G, songs free
You lied, if you were a zen master
What would you have me procreate under leaking gases
If you work at lens crafters
How come I can't see with these reading glasses
I'm gonna fucking sue you through and through

I'm suing Sony
I'm suing Sony
Due to defamation of a character from a fictional character that was based on me
Caricature of me and a porcelain figurine that gave me poor skin and liver and spleen complications
You see, I'm suing Sony
Yeah, I'm suing Sony
Due to defamation of a character from a fictional character that was based on me
Caricature of me and a porcelain figurine that gave me poor skin and liver and spleen complications

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?