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Ordinary Losers
04:57
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Let's fly between the fields of millets
Among Magpies and the chirping Willets
something steeps leaps and it's regal
Is it a Cymande? No - it's an Eagle!
holding lead symbols between his nails
clearly not peace as voracity prevails
Republics armed of cane and treacle
Is it rightly? No - it's unequal!
BOOM! Enough chatter - so
let's clear out the subject matter
People are now irritated and fleecy
and yet you treat us like different species
black sheep white sheep - rubber ducks
the poor is pitiful and the rich bucks
the former slushed an Ypsilon grade
the latter untouchable and gold marmalade
but among these birds here lurks a might
why do I have to receive the plight?
why do I have to be perceived inferior
and get all the shame for my condition?
Flush the brainwashing from the Playstation
former working class is out of fashion
and so is justice - we're cancer choosers
Ha ha... Ordinary losers!
I'm quite optimist sadic sarcastic
behind the euphemistic Identity crisis
lies a fanfare - a bunch of fantastic
creatures who think they're born superheroes
Ubermann Super - and very dignitous
of torturing and slaying who is indigenous
to their money laundering collective
This Western Freedom is weary and deceptive
it's indeed regressive - and elitary
protected by finance and frenzy military
You disdain our existence so why do you lie?
Are you afraid an overthrow may glide?
I have the solution for their narcissus
not involving crime or crucifixion
I don't want either an infantry brawl
let's send all them to my rotten sprawl
send all the elites in the place I live
and make them feel the evil I breathe
Make them live the delusions I'm into
along the daily trouble and worldly issues
Make them live in slime and not in velvet
not on durmast but on my toxic pellet
until they lose their feathers and booters
-- Ordinary losers
I left long ago my childish pampers
why do you still follow its patterns?
so why enclosing in an insular sect?
I'd rather endorse mutual respect
but understand that after five five
five years I said - it's not a hype
after five years of receiving frauds
I lost my trust in what you're about
as by now it seems evident and yelped
only your pounces and relatives are helped
as long as they're useful for your lobbing
they began smiling and felt in backstabbing
and I had to learn this the hard way
as I felt on my flesh what I'm talking about
and now is time for you to get the clout
I'm not standing here to cry and pray
but to display my word along my wisdom
hear me if you wish to save your kingdom
you helped tirants you've been distracted
they wish to destroy what we had constructed
and they'll get rid of both our gird
Go ask who's divine by the right of birth
Help the bottom and the top will follow
Ordinary losers - yes - but not hollow.
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Clean Tons Kids
03:07
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Clean Tons Kids, They are to march through the streets
Clean Tons Kids, Vomiting echo green
Green Wash kids, Biased against who's not rich (like me)
Clean Tons Kids, They do not represent me
Here is the medallion
the blonde kids' batallion
all march in the gloom
like sympathetic shrooms
sprung out from nowhere
from the top of their tower
where everything is in reach
of the rich to beseech
safeguard's propensive
but zap cars are expensive
and so is the lithius
this greenism is amphibious
(CHORUS)
Zero carbon dioxide
so you suggest my suicide
hold the breath 'till the veins
explode - young brains
are small sized and restricted
manipulated and conflicted
to the reality I live
you're confined to magazines
leaving apart chart geography
you mantain social boundaries
and think equality - you novice
is someone else's office
Did you drop Greta's kilt?
You're greenwashing the guilt
on the poor rural worker
your revolution is disorder
you won't repair any villa
without fixing its pillars
you speculate on the scoop
then collapses the roof
of the house called Earth
I'm not so sorry if I'm sturd
since among your epitaphia
I've never heard from you of EcoMafia
So what's the reactor?
we're crowded of actors
shining on lightning
so we can drop off the fighting
thinking they're paladins
satisfying our fantasies
for a better tomorrow
but they're the cause of my sorrow
paying the bill always scorches
we got to eat cockroaches
but you never blamed the army
and its polluting weaponarchy
Have you ever been bent
to how much military spent
in deadly weapons
gold tons to fill depots
submarines and saucers
assiduously spent dozens
all steel carbon coke
polluting bleak bloke
but you blame the commons
and not a single mafioso
Don't march for the funerals
Go shoot off the generals
(CHORUS)
Clean Tons Kids
They do not represent me
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What's this - Glockenspiel
awfully broken for this ordeal
Snowmobiles slot machines and Wiskas
I see no snow but it must be Christmas
80C go bark your blockade
I know you're expecting the same tirade
handmade vetos and Brisbane grenades
for a time keep calm and celebrate
so don't shout blood on your own matress
there's too much trouble and way too hathred
so stop complaing 'bout returnees
and let's turn for a time around the Christmas Tree
So for supper I need the commission-ee
shoplifting cookies and mascarpone
barbershop lollies please no cynism
don't cramp my pack about consumerism
three hours later pretty ready
the place is set - even if I'm not the Tsar
let's call the orchestra with the violoncelli
wait - where on Earth the guests are?
with all my smirk I am surprised
to see no one is yet invited
I call them but their phones are hook
and there I realize they forgot about me
I'm shook ----
How the heck you cheat on 80C!?
Go burn at the Christmas Tree!
I know in advance it will be a martyrdom
searching for them like Mr.Livingstone
from field to field like a bumblebee
I have to find out why they diserted me
the first one is a kind priestess
I guess - she does the architect
but then came an end to our pact
because I spoke badly of exclusiveness
the green activist would be analogical
I support beef and he's ecological
there's the man who grows corn
and the jazzy drummer but they still regret
their women's group would be upset
as I do not share their views on Torn
It seems they're now my enemies
Go burn at the Christmas Tree!
I'm left wet as an hydric ram
too much Filippique and pessaric jam
Swear and swears and friendness is lost
as I wanted to stay "true" at all costs
exchanging clues in the madrigale
and meanwhile all went to their own stale
no more fables --
this pro-active fight has split the table
and the guilt is mine I recognize
I acknowledge - it's my own prize
for being a coward a kid a slut
getting ghost-banned from their own club
you won't find friends on Internet Ads
and this happens to all the comrades
I know it hurts - like a catapult
but it's the process of becoming adult
yeah - it's early I'm not so senile
but I wasted my times remaining juvenile
No insult - I were Beta-testing
someone else's grass and that's the result
I should have quit that childish current
and maybe by now I would have a girlfriend
and all these protests are all a farce
widening distances with your fighting arse
no bridges no ports - not even peers
all lonely in my empty hemisphere
Go burn at the Christmas tree!
No wonder my Friendship is virtual
virtually nonexistent as the rituals
were typical of middle class Langue D'Oil
it had been built on empty routines
and it saw me as a replacement tire
when my firends were tired of skippers
who wouldn't show at their partyfires
done on the purpose of a couple slippers
as a pretext - for lemon torment
and the number of people is a garment
just like movies shopping and Gorotex
all those are dumb popping ornaments
So I won't evoke Santa for more stuff
I desire achievements and not old bluff
I'm gonna work it out - and if you doubt it please
Go burn at the Christmas Tree!
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Manmade Doll
05:15
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Oh - Manmade Doll, Who'se the coldest of them all?
Oh - Manmade Doll, It's the priestess of the Mall
Get the Manual Dot Com, and serve the purpose of your fall
Oh - Manmade Doll, You blame all boys in the stall
And the bard shall account next second
the naughty fraud story about the fecund
indipendent woman with a penchant
to believe any tale of the media pendant
pro-feminist paganda boutique by boutique
but it's all a new marketing technique
built on the fake alternative aesthetics
now watch her fetch all the toxic cosmetics
Here she trampolines - on sixteen inch
irky F-sealing shoes because she feels
her height is scarse and so the visage
she tweets for botox and bulimic lineage
oxigenated hair and self-bought tattoos
blaming all males for her misfortunes
as a pale heroin - like in a variety
but I'd bet you to buy some solidariety
Before you're going to flay me with your nailblade
for having displayed this rough serenade
I would suggest ya to decode my meanings
cause both males and females are victim siblings
of neo-mafia-liberism and tribadistic extortion
that wants to keep you in sad-manic commotion
all their products are the traps you bite
Will men and women ever unite!?
Forget Darwinism - it's a testicle heresy
there's no thing like a biological destiny
Gender is performative and so the gallops
while survival of the richest is written bollocks
There are many types many classes many colours
but you stomp them all in this intestine war
which is a false flag attack by the I-M-F ether
Don't divide - Join me and we'll struggle together
I analyze the facts - I'm not a parrot
Don't you think you're the only scapegoat
even males have their own subdominants
go ask for their stife for hub abdominals
so boys girls bodies are all a product
of history tradition and market conduct
otherwise - how will they recycle their profit?
Always praise the heart and not the outfit
Manmade Doll, Yes, every day misantrofall
Oh - Manmade Doll, Resurrected from the Ball
Yeah! Ice Hydra is an old one, Don't serve the purpose of your fall
Oh - Manmade Doll, Para evocar, sai, dimmelo!
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