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Dan Bull

Grand Theft Auto

 

Grand Theft Auto

(album: Generation Gaming XXIII: Breakfast At Limmy's - 2021)


Here's a chain of golden bars
About racing stolen cars
While inhaling blunt cigars
And attaining wanted stars
But it's okay
I'll just pay off the DA who'll drop the charge
I'm so high
Feel like I've left this place and gone to Mars
Pick up the payphone
And pick up the pace like Daytona
If a pedestrian gets in the way I'm afraid I'm going straight over
Take another hit until my vision's glazed over
Then stick it into fifth like I was criticizing Beethoven

Listen if you've driven an Itali through Liberty City
And hit a few Krishnas you've pretty much witnessed a litany
Of miscellaneous misdemeanors, simultaneously
Taking aim at the police and taking them straight to the cleaners
Park a limousine across three lanes of traffic
Then lob a few grenades at all the vehicles amassing
Till there's nothing but a stack of chassis smouldering and smoking
I'm a cross between a chauffeur and the Joker
Only joking

This is America
Great, great, great America
This city's a hell of a
State, shame, shame America
This is America
Mid-nineties America
Through the satirical eyes
Of a tiny team in Edinburgh
This is America
The greatest country in America
This is America
The place we love to be America
This is America
Great, great, great America
This is America
Great, great, great America

Get out the way when I'm swerving 'cause I do not have the patience
Liberty City citizens get pounded to the pavement
Waving at the squad cars, not your typical criminal
Destination's not far, commandeering your vehicle
It's like that
Picking a pistol up in a box crate
Don't fight back
'Cause I don't really care what the cops say
Take a left at West Kings
Use a beeper to text me, let's see
These pesky messages every ten seconds
We ride out, flee the scene
Need to leave this joint
Everybody so scared of me that they can be held at finger-point
Check my F-19, of course it isn't jacked
Engine's in the rear, yeah I got the horses in the back
My rap sheet's got a few stunts and bumps on it
Blood's on my hands from the firearm offenses, I'm busted
A couple nights in the clink, now that's a mean sentence
It's cool, fender-benders get buffed to clean finishes
Fools get dusted up when I touch the clutch
Got drugs to flush, you thugs get rushed
To the ER, I'm on a mission to murder you mooks pissing me off
By the time you've had your breakfast I've already stolen three cars
Tires screech, sliding 'cross the city like a pair of skates
Dodging a barrage of bullets at police barricades
Man, that's amazing, was almost fatal but damn we made it
Maybe one day I'll get my weight up and head to San Andreas

This is America
Great, great, great America
This city's a hell of a
State, shame, shame America
This is America
Mid-nineties America
Through the satirical eyes
Of a tiny team in Edinburgh
This is America
The greatest country in America
This is America
The place we love to be America
This is America
Great, great, great America
This is America
Great, great, great America

It's a tough town
Look at it from top-down
Got the city on lockdown
Took another cop out
Back then we had no mini-map or GPS
We'd just guess the best path and then thrash our beast GTS
In the approximate direction of the yellow arrow
Down the thrumming freeways and back alleys that were that narrow
You could smack your wing mirrors back on either side
But damage isn't jack when you can jack a nicer ride
I find the ambience of an ambulance's siren kind of nice
'Cause it hides that fact my conscience is so silent
But it's all love when I'm tooled up in a school bus with a full clip
I'm more intrusive than a fricking tooltip
Calling bullshit on all this hypocrisy
'Cause forty-nine percent of people didn't pick democracy
What you see with me is what you get
A fucking wreck that just collects two currencies: money and respect

This is America
Great, great, great America
This city's a hell of a
State, shame, shame America
This is America
Mid-nineties America
Through the satirical eyes
Of a tiny team in Edinburgh
This is America
The greatest country in America
This is America
The place we love to be America
This is America
Great, great, great America
This is America
Great, great, great America

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