Red Roof
Bitch and The Exciting Conclusion
GENRE
Every time i focus my view
Every time my camera zooms
I get this commercial by you
Ubiquitous you
Everywhere wears the badge of ads of you
You oh country sold out to capital
Shit, you dress my friends in it
The lens i view it with
The invisible space in the air
The soundwaves cast
Your insipid glare
I’m under your red roof inn
Your murder marketing system
Calling it Christian
Christ was a freak like me
You think he’d be down
With all the forests being paved with his name
Or some war bеing waged with his fame
Or he wasn’t gеtting it on with Mary or Jane
Just cuz they killed him don’t kill me
Don’t go kill a bunch of people back in Iraq
Then put that fish up next to your “W in ‘04” flag
Follow this asshole dictator
Daddy’s little imitator
Give him your money your love and your veins
If christ died for my sins
He died in revolution
The one we’re trying to make
So stop trying to take
My view
My true
My ocean blue
Anyway i was trying to say
That somehow you just can’t stop our joy
You just can’t stop our basic need for people-ness
It springs up in the craziest cracks
And we are finding our roots now
We have to fight just to keep our space
We are finding our roots now
We will fight to keep our space
In the race and the pace
Of the land over take
In the race and the pace
Of the land over take
Every time my camera zooms
I get this commercial by you
Ubiquitous you
Everywhere wears the badge of ads of you
You oh country sold out to capital
Shit, you dress my friends in it
The lens i view it with
The invisible space in the air
The soundwaves cast
Your insipid glare
I’m under your red roof inn
Your murder marketing system
Calling it Christian
Christ was a freak like me
You think he’d be down
With all the forests being paved with his name
Or some war bеing waged with his fame
Or he wasn’t gеtting it on with Mary or Jane
Just cuz they killed him don’t kill me
Don’t go kill a bunch of people back in Iraq
Then put that fish up next to your “W in ‘04” flag
Follow this asshole dictator
Daddy’s little imitator
Give him your money your love and your veins
If christ died for my sins
He died in revolution
The one we’re trying to make
So stop trying to take
My view
My true
My ocean blue
Anyway i was trying to say
That somehow you just can’t stop our joy
You just can’t stop our basic need for people-ness
It springs up in the craziest cracks
And we are finding our roots now
We have to fight just to keep our space
We are finding our roots now
We will fight to keep our space
In the race and the pace
Of the land over take
In the race and the pace
Of the land over take
Related songs
No comments:
Post a Comment