Lyrics:
there for you to choose.
Promiscuous sensuality for we are all whores & prostitutes
Life's a celebration at the cattle market
The frigid
Rode into this cattle town this mornin'
Left my burro to check the market price
And I walked into the nearest barroom
They call it the Fool's Paradise
Paradise
Rode into this cattle town this morning
Left my bearer to check the market price
And I walked into the nearest bar room
They call it
unison with social disease
A scourge that infests
The cattle markets of youth
Unconscious, just promiscuous
Deprived of self-respect
In the selling
Rode into this cattle town this mornin'
Left my burro to check the market price
And I walked into the nearest barroom
They call it the Fool's Paradise
If you didn't know
We were branded like cattle
Branded like cattle
Branded like cattle
If you didn't know
We were branded like cattle
Branded like
Rode into this cattle town this mornin'
Left my burro to check the market price
And I walked into the nearest barroom
They call it the Fool's Paradise
You're a girl in this vicinity
I'm a dog without a collar on
This cattle-market cabaret
Is the Sabbath every Saturday
I'm full of wit
your cattle coming in,
Boy they're looking mighty fat and slick
I saw fred at the service station
Told me that his wife is awful sick
You heard my
A government sponsored slavery plan
Lined up like cattle at an auction deprived
Of everything that you and I have ever known
All alone, wearing only
to market.
Steers and oxen are male cattle and they usually assist the farmers in the fields where they are used to help pull wagons filled with various
the mass mob the market place
'cause we rock the black market tapes
Hard margin (hard margin)
[Mos Def talking]
haha haha, these cats is funny man
Paradise
Rode into this cattle town this morning
Left my bearer to check the market price
And I walked into the nearest bar room
They call it
the silence of a dream
Seeds in the market place
Their every crass distinction weighs me down
Sold, like the one disgrace
The bitter introspections of a clown
Like cattle and like livestock
Birth certificates traded on the stock market exchange
Where that tax payer money actually going
Where's the money going
the slaughtered
The highway, the wagons
The dungeons, the dragons
The ocean, the salmon
The lifeblood, the famine
The cattle, the karma
The bible, the drama
Saint Peter don't forget to call my name
I'll come running like a cattle train
With a full head of steam and a market load
I'll cross the dark waters
continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin' hot and we not from concentrate
Make the mass mob the market place
down
To character murder
Cattle are driven
To market or prison
Hindsight a genius lost in the blood
And by the way
And by the way
I'm . . .
(And) by
Remindful of a cattle transport
Families get separated
On the way to their new homes
still the children search for cover
When they hear the airplanes
Their
In my biography
There's a picture of a saint
It's bad photography
A ghost about to faint
Walk with me darling
To the market square
Hide all
down
To character murder
Cattle are driven
To market or prison
Hindsight a genius lost in the blood
And by the way
And by the way
I'm . . .
(And) by
and check the bargain
Done shot my target, free markets
Can my body go and battle
Mom, I'm off to ride, sans-saddle
In a place with no cattle
Spikes, shiver
identifications gone missing
Try to get close but end up being distant
Depressing, wasted investment
Youve always been an optimist
The problem is I see
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