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Chronic Future

Home Game

 

Home Game

(album: This And Of That - 2006)


I'll start a fire
Wish you would too
Never retire
Country's burnin to the ground

We'll run through hours
Through smoke and mud
Let's start a fire
I'll take the blame

Everybody part of a country follows a country country code
We are not a part of America therefore we are on our own
We'll need a flag, we'll need a bird, we'll need a flower and a pole
And we'll sing the country country song everywhere we go

This is bigger than Texas, wishing they could stick it to us
Bigger than quarter pounders with freedom fries moving through us
This is a collective of human beings like myself
To build a country, get evicted and burn down what is risen

I'll start a fire
Wish you would too
Never retire
Country's burnin to the ground

We'll run through hours
Through smoke and mud
Let's start a fire
I'll take the blame

Here's a downside, that the protests
You might have to do some jail time
But at least you're getting the point across
That to fail this institution of pale minds
That run the factory in back of me
That bought our country
How did they know?
What a mess
Now I've got no place to live
An old jaded kid, a [?] to
Give to whoever lay the bid
This future lord lives in the sky to give his positives
But I can't see him being locked up in this
Crock of shit

I'll start a fire
Wish you would too
Never retire
Country's burnin to the ground

We'll run through hours
Through smoke and mud
Let's start a fire
I'll take the blame

Spark, runaway come again
Park, faraway walk in the dark
Heart, [?] with money get started
Send back, sorted and oriented
Spark, runaway come again
Park, faraway walk in the dark
Heart, [?] with money get started
Send back sorted and oriented

done

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