Lyrics:
a bourgeois construct
So I've given up on the bourgeoisie
Like all their aspirations, it's a fantasy
When you walked out you did me a favor
You made
drive me crazy
Music, music, music, music
Music, music, music, music, music
Music makes the people come together
Music, mix the bourgeoisie
drive me crazy
Music, music, music, music
Music, music, music, music, music
Music makes the people come together
Music, mix the bourgeoisie
(Ween)
The birds work for the bourgeoisie
The birds work for the bourgeoisie
The birds work for the bourgeoisie
Oh can't you see oh can't you see
to the bourgeoisie (yeah yeah yeah)
Their words are growing old
They like what fascists spoke
They say the system's flawed
But the system is broke
B-L-O-O-D (yeah
The bourgeoisie had better watch out for me.
All throughout this so called nation,
we don't want your filthy money,
we don't need your innocent
the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Do you like to boogie-woogie?
Do you like to boogie-woogie?
Do you like to boogie-woogie?
Do you like my acid rock?
Don’t think
Sunbeam shone, mousy girl on the end pew
You'd stay home, oh if only they let you
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie
Municipal pool, you're a junior
the bourgeoisieses party all night
(I) I (want) want to be with the bourgeoisieses (bourgeoisie)
(I) I (want) want to see how the bourgeoisieses la-da-de-di
Want
the people come together, yeah
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel
Do you like to boogie-woogie'
Do you like to boogie-woogie'
Do you like
he is
I want a man with a smoking jacket and
A car thats classic living bourgeoisie
I want a man whose heart is tragic
But he makes his magic
the bourgeoisie
What the hell is happening to me?
Fed back into the, the bourgeoisie
What the hell is happening to me? Ah
Woo
Mycelium
Mycelium
Mycelium
I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news
tidsfördriv
När du sålt ditt liv
En plåga som
Med smak av undergång
Slå dej fri
Fri
Slå dej fri
Fri aha
Slå dej fri
Från bourgeoisie
Slå dej fri
Från
Oh, baby, what a place to be
In the service of the bourgeoisie
Can my believers be
I want to jump into the endless sea
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Hotel the businessmen would leave
We would greet them as they came along
Showing them our class
Showing them our ass
The bourgeoisie are really pigs
Oh baby, what a place to be
In the service of the bourgeoisie
Where can my believers be
I wanna jump into the endless sea
Oh, oh the endless sea
Oh,
respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
So many
respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
So many
Aristocrat, popper, or the bourgeoisie
All know what it feels like when life's misery
Means crying in public, crying in public
Knowing that everyone sees
I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news
I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news
the left is unity
If theres one thing that we can all agree
The best thing is death to the bourgeoisie
Death to the bourgeoisie
Sisters and brothers wake
the bourgeoisie and the rebel
[Never gonna stop]
Don't think of yesterday
And I don't look at the clock
I like to boogie-woogie, uh, uh
It's like riding
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