Lyrics:
man?
What's gold standards
If you can't afford a gold chain?
What's old traditions when they're
Started in vain
We're all cynics, but we can't complain
They have killed the great sun jester
Who danced between the stars
They have striped him of his manhood
Signs of Venus and of Mars
The cynics
precious love won't ya' fill ev'ry room,
Been too long on the road.
Maybe cynics veins are my life blood
Maybe bitin' the hand that I feed so I'll try
to stay that way
When I was thinking, that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have
Careful while I try to do
I'm a cynic, yeah, but I would die for you
You said it by the feel upon your face
I'm never gonna call out what you say
turn you've got
the sound of a million voices
Every single move you make is
torn by a million cynics
When will we all see the light of day?
I don't
To the poor, to the weak, to the destitute of all complexions
Now cynics claim a little of the cash has gone astray
But that's not the point my friends
When
of Hollywood
And the cynics they will wonder
What's the difference with this dream
And the dreams of countless others
All believing in TV
They see their
of spitting; it's wicked and it's decadent
Revolutions per minutes every time the record spin
Retribution for cynics like a stick-up kid with weapons
In
of spitting, it's wicked and it's decadent
Revolutions per minutes, every time the record spin
Retribution for cynics, like a stick-up kid with weapons
In
reap
I'm going to dig this well deep
'cause I want to find water
Cynics try to hold me in the graveyard of their egos
Put my dreams out with
shared, my love
I've given it though, and it's not all that appears
[Chorus]
Who cares, what the cynics say
I care, if only you're on your way
to stay that way
When I was thinking, that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have
The sentences of cynics
Are the sentences of childhood
They're all talking shit to me
Out-talked by the mass media
to pay the bills it lies
And the lies
you - I shared - my love
I've given it though, and it's not all that appears
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Who cares - what the cynics say
I care - if
be the queen of Hollywood
And the cynics they will wonder
What's the difference with this dream
And the dreams of countless others
All believing
turn you've got
the sound of a million voices
Every single move you make is
torn by a million cynics
When will we all see the light of day?
I don't
the end of time”
Let the cynics put their blinkers on and toast our decline.
Don't become demoralized by scurrilous complaint,
Its a sure sign that
the holy rollers
Tryin' to sell us all the screamers instead
Since we were once deceived
When we received the call
Now the cynics are the prophets
my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead
And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair
Run the Jewels publish shit annual
Every minute I'm in it, I'm runnin' a clinic
Wild animal, livin' like a Fine Young Cannibal
Citizen of cynics
to eliminate you cynics
Rogue Fo' Life!!
These young niggaz always yellin' about ridin'
But these bustas ain't no muthafuckin' ridas
I pumpst a cock up in
Flat top intervention
Bringing home a new invention
See it there in pieces on the ground
A television war between the cynics and the saints
Flip
could be happy
Motivation of altruism, your selfishness
The desire for the pleasure of the reward
Of a fine young cynic
You cried
Would you
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