pull the covers over your head, // Out goes the light // you're in now stamped earth // as you suffocate to death, // Good thing I work for the opposition.pull the covers over your head, // Out goes the light // you're in now stamped earth // as you suffocate to death, // Good thing I work for the opposition.
Out goes the light // you're in now stamped earth // as you suffocate to death, // Good thing I work for the opposition. // all I've got left is the right brain in my headOut goes the light // you're in now stamped earth // as you suffocate to death, // Good thing I work for the opposition. // all I've got left is the right brain in my head
you're in now stamped earth // as you suffocate to death, // Good thing I work for the opposition. // all I've got left is the right brain in my head // I-alighting/DNA united!you're in now stamped earth // as you suffocate to death, // Good thing I work for the opposition. // all I've got left is the right brain in my head // I-alighting/DNA united!
as you suffocate to death, // Good thing I work for the opposition. // all I've got left is the right brain in my head // I-alighting/DNA united! // tempted by the instead...)as you suffocate to death, // Good thing I work for the opposition. // all I've got left is the right brain in my head // I-alighting/DNA united! // tempted by the instead...)
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KINDLING (2005)
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I can lie like the CIApull the covers over your head,so sweet, so tight,Out goes the lightKill'd dead with wordsyou're in now stamped earthwith me bobbing my headas you suffocate to death,coughingHow did I getmyself in this fucked up situation?Good thing I work for the opposition.Taming tradition,the mission ancestral homes denied,all I've got left is the right brain in my heada million years in coming,I-alighting/DNA united!(Formative years still make metempted by the instead...)I could lead into battlewild haired and levelingA RepublicanBlack Pagan Queer,but Republican with debt saddlewinking at human nature ;)'Socialist policies have no place in America!the market makes true sense,we all put in our dollars and cents.Even me, the black chick with back-due rent.'Glad to work for an opposing force,nature pulled, I push forth;The richer the world is, not the better for.Beyond a pointed finger to starry skythe next is higheven now further awayduring our war daysSly, I'd say there's always been killin'dying, mass murdering of manslave trading, rapingUnited Nations lying in stateSuffering under great civilizations' bloody weightbuilding tall temples of reserved goldspreading ideals down roads dealt deathBut I work for the opposition.Sorry, I'm lying to you:Lone dark nights spent fearing it trueDEADEN'D, We.LOOK, LOOK!The ice caps are meltingThe birds are dyingDown from the sky planes now regularly flyand the Superman is dead!Turn-back-go-not-ahead!The world is ending, hear me,the world is endingI work for the opposition,what about you?