Bwomp

(albüm: Superbuick - 1996)

We've got to get together
Got to get with the game plan
To defeat the dealer
That dealt this hand
I don't understand
Why the kids are killing kids
When the only one that benefits
Is the big wigs

They're using death as a diversion on capitol hill
With their hand in the cookie jar, far from the blood spill
They want more power, so they're trying to pass bills
To further exploit and contribute to the landfill

Bleed for me
I'll bleed for you
Bleed for me
I'll bleed for you

We're piling it too high
Talk not saying anything
What we leave behind
What we can't afford to keep

There's no sympathetic posturing
There's no more true humanity
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users from the whores

Creepy crawl
Creepy crawl
Creepy crawl
Creepy crawl

Twist the 4-5 cap
To get wrapped
Tight slap the wax
On the wheels to feel alright
Find the flow freak
The funk like you're in heat
Wrap the leaf
Strike the blunt
Now you're in deep

We've got to get together
Got to get with the game plan
To defeat the dealer
That dealt this hand
I don't understand
Why the kids are killing kids
When the only one that benefits
Is the big wigs

Mankind unkind
Always a fine line
We've all got to die
And this time it's my time
Hindsight blind fight
I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world
While we sleep at night

Twist the 4-5 cap
And understand that
If it was up to me
I'd free Charles Manson
Hindsight blind fight
I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world
While we sleep at night

Throw it all away

If it was up to me
If it was up to me
If it was up to me
I'd free Charles Manson

We're piling it too high
Talk not saying anything
What we leave behind
What we can't afford to keep

There's no sympathetic posturing
There's no more true humanity
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users from the whores

From the whores
From the, from the, from the whores
Let's separate the users from the whores
From the whores
From, from, from whores

What do we have to hope for?
Why do we even try?
Laughed at religion long ago
I doubt I'll be an angel when I die

When I die
When I die
When I die

Mankind, unkind, always a fine line
We've all got to die, but this time it's my time
Hindsight, blind fight, I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world while we sleep at night

Twist the 4-5 cap and understand
That if it was up to me I'd free Charles Manson
Hindsight, blind fight, I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world at night

From the, from the, from the whores

Let's separate the users from the whores
From the whores

A man behind the mask is looking for the book where the pages torn out
He is going toward a hiding place
He is under the fan now