Lyrics:
fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I
are scattered about
With mismatched props up on display
Only for them to be gone
The very day after the celebrations are done
Fake blood stains my hands
down
i can not prop up my fake life
why i was born
where were we run
where all my dreams has gone away
the every day mans business now it's being used to prop up Rich peoples empires at the tax payers expense
This person must think he is a famous literature
she won't get far
I'm on a show to parole to the toad in a hole
I've gotta grow some roots, gotta prop up the bar
I've got bloodshot eyes
welfare state
Watching families fail prop up a Wall Street bank
Your greed could never be without our broken backs
We just want what we've earned is that
dreams
And I'm sure I'd make sometimes for loving you
If I were a scientist I'd invent my cure
If I were a gardner I would prop up my roots
If I were
Shabby books sold me the law
Other kids cover the bases
How do I prop up a foe
Make it clear
Paint me a picture
Some worlds are bigger than earth
prop up-agandic glance
You are a slave
You are a slave to masters I will never know
You hide your shame
The shame of knowing you will have no home
All
right through them
Goddamn fascist
Fucking bigot
You lie
Turn your back on our brave and blue
Cook and spew the lies of the bigoted few
You prop up those
Cower behind their flag and law
Safe at the top but in the end you'll fall
Seeds of those who prop up machines
Of hate and greed - your American
Somebody hold their hands out
'Cause my mind has gone
I'm walking through all the debris
'Cause my kite have gone
You can't get through
Prop up your
The antique spine unfurls
From spiral slumbers
Props up the modern head
An abstract blueprint
Outlines realization
All thoughts are catalysts
don't know where to hide it now, so I
Prop up my feet and wait for my defeat
I could be rockin' in the streets of the Taj Mahal, but instead I'm here
a little bolder in my ways
In this place where angels are born
You can take it from me: the things that we've been shown
Live on, for everyone to see
Prop
They'll talk with mouths
Chockfull of silver spoons
The Motley Fool
Paid to prop up a house
Engulfed in flames
Then rug pull to your doom
An endless red
the sea
Cop of blasphemy
Top my chops, he'll prop up the walls
Bomb me like atoll, it's his laws
Just saw the power I'm in awe
and the Arabs
Really just want me a Maybach
Prop up my feet and just lay back
I am a needle in haystack
Yuh yuh, I got pushed off the throne
And now I'm just
the habitual in leaning on the inanimate
To prop up my reason explain my unbelief
I found sorrows and darkness that endure
أحكى بلسان هارب
نهاية إنسان
و بداية
of blackberries I find in your fridge
I'll feed them to you when I give them a rinse
With streams of water
Blackberries and water
Blackberries and water
I prop up
They'll talk with mouths
Chock-full of silver spoons
The Motley Fool
Paid to prop up a house
Engulfed in flames
Then rug pull to your doom
An endless red
there’s no room in the trinity for me.
but will latent hypocrisy and blatent lies
prop up the pyramid’s vacant fourth side?
when it comes to parting.
all
the sunlights ahead of me
Tryna prop up, all my weakened G's
Who wish their hearts didn't need a little antifreeze
It's easier to say you never care but it's
nan tèt yo'l ye etap pa etap
Tout fo enèji yo mete'n a leka
Sila'k konnen yo pap ka ban mwn big prop up
Again and again
Met Granmoun Sou ou
Pa kite yo
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