[Intro] Yeah! You got more trouble than you can handle, honey! What the fuck are you gonna do? How are you gonna scrape on by? I do believe that there are two things you do in this situation You leave town or go into hiding Because some people got brains and other people got talent Others just look good You and me, we got none of those things, but listen up [Verse 1] Uh my, my, my, my, what a position The love of my life smoking crack in the kitchen Lovely long nails and a nasty half grin Its a living, she shrugs Its a missile disguised as an ethic Its a rabbit suffocating in a rabbit hole Its politics as usual [Refrain] Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief [x2] [Bridge] Honest homes Simple words, simple words And honest hopes are like skipping stones Skipping stones [Verse 2] Well you can tell that things are getting terribly real When the suckers in charge dont even gotta lie to the people And the only megaphone left working is attached to a steeple Its a concrete national forest Its a kid with a gun at the age of 10 Its like the last dying gasp of a friend Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum Ba Ba Bum, Ba Ba Bum Ba Bum Ba Ba Bum, Some kind of disaster relief [x2]
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