Lyrics:
Momma gave me the swag
I walk like the President
Talk 'bout only dead presidents
And big settlements
Yes, I have faith in the flag, yep
I'm a citizen
baritone coming to us
Over decades of dead silence through a metallic tannoy
Each word meticulously tape-spliced
From various soundtracks and radio
Radio, its in the air, its in the sky, its in the portrait of your bluebone pie. And when you cry, it hears you cry, lullabies and la la la la la la
she walk
I'm smoking on exotic
Half a band when I cough senior citizen
I got sticks and grams at the house
You know that money talk, dawg
You should
time to fuckin' use your head
Setting up the master plan
Ain't you tired of seeing red
We're five guys, in a band
We criticize the citizens Will you
The Fabulous structure that's coaxed out of rubbles puddles splash
Mechanisms burn with beeping sounds that own their humans sold as
ruthless rounds of radio
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I sing the songs in the cowboy band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
About the big corral
Ok let’s go
Babul gali gali radio lagwaye deijjo
Babul gali gali radio lagwaye deijjo
Jadd aave ghodii chadh bindraja
Jadd aave ghodii chadh
by my side
By my side
Can i have you right beside
Tec'-9
Can I Keep you
All Night Night
Can I Keep you
All Mine All Mine
ohh' the radio
playing me
know
That's us on the radio
Higher than the smokies we smoking rolly pollies
Rolling up the window and hotboxing the limo you know
That's us on the radio
opps could never get through (True)
Your philosophy better stay true (True?)
Forget the gram and radio, yuh
Follow back, no faces, yuh
Black man with no
I can spend the whole day listening to the radio
Any radio station playing Rock n' Roll
I don't care whether it's acid, hard or punk
Gimme Rock
When
arms
Not the five million dead Iraqi citizens
Who's right who's wrong we drop the atom bomb
Nuclear destruction federal money consumption
As long as my
nothing good on the radio
(Nothing!)
No bands in rock that's playing today
Radio programs are plain insane.
Spin the dial, looking for The Clash,
a band
Get on a bus, try your luck out here in Radioland
Radioland, Radioland
Radioland, Radio, Johnny and June
Radioland, Radioland
Radioland,
Lost in stereo, lost in stereo
Lost in stereo, lost in stereo
She works for the weekend
Mixtape of her favorite bands
Tearin' up the radio
Lost in stereo, lost in stereo
Lost in stereo, lost in stereo
She works for the weekend
Mixtape of her favorite bands
Tearin' up the radio
[Chorus]
Not one to get over sounding like the norm Friendly to the radio, all that s*** is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go
Not one to get over sounding like the norm Friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like
slow
But club is still be dope
And Imma coming home
Only with success in hands
Only with a couple bands
So I can show ma parents that
I did my
I got a thousand swords
How you doin' people
Ladies and gentlemen
I got a thousand swords
Just wanna let you know
This is me and my band
On my guitar
Come on let's go partying
There's a groove-and now it's starting
Down in the basement there's a band who play
They are still rehearsing for a gig
Here I am, a citizen of the world's largest arms supplier, setting off bombs with the world's second largest arms customer, and I'm having a great time!
radio to his local am station
And then the band played
Right on the radio, it was alright
And the boys in the band sung
And the band played, everybody
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