Lyrics:
all the years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
And I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
I feel like
Welcome to the occupation
Here we stand and here we fight
All your fallen heroes
Held and dyed and skinned alive
Listen to the Congress fire
Offering
weather soon
I'm causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
I'm permanently glued
To this extraordinary mood, so now move over
And let me take
the general occupation
First comes the public safety
Second comes the nation
You won't believe me now
But there's been some illumination
The wisest cops
Welcome to the occupation
Here we stand and here we fight
All your fallen heroes
Held and dyed and skinned alive
Listen to the Congress fire
Offering
all the years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
And I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
I feel like
occupation
For me
I don't mind being by myself
If there's no one else around
It's the last good time in town
Well, I could stand up straight, get a real
Testing poison in prison population
My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
Like
Norman the gambler
Rides around in a rambler
Diamonds and pearls in the back
Occupation, house master
He lives of the less
Running from
town
It's an easy-money occupation, a first-class psychiatry
But just once, I'd wanna make love without taking off my clothes
Just once, I wanna make
weather soon
I'm causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
I'm permanently glued
To this extraordinary mood, so now move over
And let me take
mother ocean
After all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being
My occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned
Gonna head uptown
the work
What's your occupation?
They changed the game, we was dominating
Now they want us to
Accommodate them, as-salamu alaykum
Now his momma praying
Got
ever-changing
That's life under an occupation
I want freedom for the population
Two million prisoners living in this location
Shouting at the wall but
Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
I feel like I've drowned, gonna head
occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
I got house pets, Lear jets
Tryin' to learn about bassinets
Oh Miss Piggy dance with me
nation
A cowboy's life was my occupation
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Many months has come and gone
Since I wandered from my home
In those
the original finger smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket no afraid fi talk it
What is his occupation a big finger smith
A pick pocket tycoon with a healthy
causing a mild sensation
With this new occupation
I'm permanently glued
To this extraordinary mood so now move over
And let me take over
With my melancholy
the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Way down yonder in the Indian nation
A cowboy's life is my occupation
In the Oklahoma Hills where I was born
But as I
of all them old rods, this a different stick
Big chillin', now I'm focused on some different shit
Different occupation, ‘finna cash me a bigger check
I like conversations I like mental stimulation
Tell me bout yo life tell me bout yo occupation
Tell me bout yo goals and yo dreams and aspirations
of known her occupation was the pole
But I ain’t never been the type to pick and roll
Monday magic city where I met her, She had that ass out chaps with
the ganja blazin'
Higher learning rebel be my occupation
Come with heavy bars like incarceration
Cross me and get buried Kyrie Eleison
Written in the stars,
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