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Bring down the government
They don't,  they don't speak for us ends

Ed O'Brien: We climbed mountains so high it
Seemed as if we would
Scrape the moon but

reality and walk it dry
You could have stopped it but you didn't even try
You thought you were untouchable on a power trip you were high
You ain't got no

many bands
But no one had a crew as good as you
No one ever made us feel this good
They'll leave you high and dry
And take you to the bends
I feel lucky

No soil is left unturned
We look to the heavens
To send us a flood
Then wade in the waters
Get stuck in the mud

When the river
When the river run dry

Barry Allen mixed with Harry Allen
My blood hot as volcanic rock formed of canary diamonds
To final Canary Isalnds
My rhymes inspired by environments

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.

*
If

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

us like a cozy crocheted afghan
We sang ourselves this public lullaby:

Before the earth is swallowed by the sun,
All we want is everything for

he left us high and dry
Oh where did he go
I think he might've drowned
In some teaspoon too soon
After he left my mama
And just vanished into thin air

looping ultra-high-res flatulence, each sample lovingly
Given its own channel, curated by exquisite taste and effects changed, then you need to
Get up

Yeah
Hahahaa
You feel it
Nah
Light it, turned on by a white bitch (Ya)
Side chick licks my dick like a high Levis
Fits around it, quite split (Ouff)

Most high, thugging with the most high, most high, most high
Stunting with the most high, most high, most high
Vibing with the most high, most high

Kiss when my mouth stay dry

I been drugging every day
Hit the club by midnight 
Smoking weed every day 
Till I feel I'm f*cking high
This sh*t feels soo

BUREAUCRATS, A MAYOR TOO, TELLING US WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU.
ELECTIONS A JOKE AND LITTLE DID WE KNOW…

HIDING IN PLANE SIGHT, POLITICIANS DRAIN US DRY
IN THIS BLUE

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

you became a disc jockey
I'm cycling by where all these pigeons live
And I tried to do the same thing I got a microphone
Living easy-peasy, breezy

had just to pay a renter made the effort
To make it better like taking shelter from rainy weather
It kept me dry kept me high but the pain it stays

last, they slow runners
We bad boys like Will and Martin, secret group like Stonecutters
Ya'll know of us, no time for stupid rebuttals
See, when I was

replacement
Now adjacent stands another on trial for debasement
The less I dwell upon it more I seem to retrace it
A price to high no one dares to name it
I

throw him down
to the bottom of a well, so that he will be picked up by some caravan of travelers
They said, O our father, why do you not trust us with

to side
Whille i'm just weighing my 9 to 5
Should i be leaving but meanwhile believers 
Are leaving my side i'm high and dry
Figuring out if the timing is

mind, father time would teach us well
To not end up as shells, battered versions of our former selves
But still we dance in mine fields like we're

trials for us to put our heads to the sky
Before the wells run dry, we cherish what de-sanctifies
Wanderin' earth to find nothin that satisfies
Another

Soaking up the best you got, the bitch will leave you dry
And I try, drive away in my mind
Then picture us together making babies just fine
Say you need