You brought us the a-bomb
In so many ways endorsed by God and The Book
So God loves a war monger?
Hey Mr.Blix: forget Iraq and the time it took
'Cause I know just where to look
"could we have a vote please?"
They came with a song - America
They wouldn't stay long - America
We are America
God bless America
God bless America and Capitol Hill
'Cause no one else will
So now you are scared
The Arabs will kill for their god
Like you do for yours?
Protect your obesity with your life man
Hey - Angry God or Diet Coke?
Who cares it's all a joke
"heil homo pecuniae"
Saving us yet another time
Earning a buck on every dime
Sick of America
Sick of America
Sick of America and Capitol Hill
Moving in for the next kill
Did you say "I love you"?
A simpler democracy
Where every flaw and failure is called a "Right"
A new form of freedom
Based on your income, your color, creed
And your choice of gun
But it provides great fun
"Dr. Phil or Operah?"
"Letterman or Leno?"
"Idol or Big Brother?"
(we'll be back after this short break)
It could have been good America
It could have been great America
Land of the brave and free
Welcoming you and me
But this Brave New World is not as new anymore
Each day a new store
Each year a new war
While chosen whites rule the poor
In America
Oh America
Don't you walk out on me
Just wait a second now
Please hear me out
Oh
I'll do my best to love you
Oh yes I will
I know you're out there
C'mon
Raise your voices
Don't let them ruin your reputation
Don't let them wreck your constitution
Not out of fear
Not out of greed
But you had a good run America
Your day in the sun America
Hello British Empire
Hello Roman Empire
Hello Soviet
There is a new kid in town
Joining the gone down
Finding what you found
Treading your worn, worn down ground
Rise to your former glory
Be brave and warm
Oh America
If I say I love you
If I say I love you
If I say I love you
Dare you love me too?
I'm sick of home control devices
Sick of sickening home designers
Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles
Sick of homies, sick of poses
Despite the nodding staff that serves you
Despite your name on clothes and perfume
Despite the way the press observes you
You're just people...
Successful people
Dressed up people
Smiling people
Famous people
Red carpet people
Wealthy people
Important people
But still just people
So fuck the million dollar kitchen
Fuck the Al Pacino posters
Fuck the drugs, the gold, the strip poles
Fuck the homies, fuck the poses
Fuck the walls they build around them
Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense
I don't want to hear their voices
As long as they vote with their wallets
Fuck the silly "throw you out" joke
Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro smoked
Fuck their lack of originality and personality
Fuck this travesty
Fuck this new norm
Fuck conformity
Fuck their Kristal
Fuck their sordity
Fuck the way they fuck equality
Fuck their freebie gear
Fuck the ones they wear
You're just people...
[1: INTRODUCING STAR]
We saw you every day with your hands on your crotch and so much to say
You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors to neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star, when you've reached this far and the world really knows who you are (really?) you show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Cristal like they all do
And the poor outside your gates appall you, and the only hood you see is the one on your car
Do you even know who you are?
Bro I don't think so
I mean Mercedes, man what a stiff old dull fart's republican shit car
Sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before, only now you're a coward, only letting TV through your door
Getting older, take a bow and just go
The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart, but then the talk shows can still get you hard
Doin' rhymes on your prime time fistfights and spittin' grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder, a boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over
There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall
SICK
It's all SICK, I feel sick
I'll be sick, then it's fine
I'm conform to your norm
With a bucket full for me
I'll be free, finally
I will see what you mean with your freedom
This world you call home
Not alone, happy drone
Won't be sick of these cars
All these codes, and these bars
All these sickening scars
I'll believe in the way of the stripes and the superstars
I will fall in line and obey
'Cause the price is so small
Almost nothing at all
If I'm just losing ME
Then the ideals and truths
Will follow naturally
Happily I will settle for your conformative apathy
If I could just get rid of this unsettling, uncomfortable
Unbendable bucket of insight and honesty
This SICK SICK SICK bucket of reality
But you see: this sick will stick
'Cause it's ME
It's ME
Step into the dark age of treason
Today the only voice of reason
Would have to be the sound
Of the soup of the season hitting ground
Hitting ground...
כן כןןן סוף סוף יש לנו את Scarsick!!! ואני מוכרח לומר שהארט וורק מדהים, והאלבום בכלל...
בנוסף.. סימפוני איקס, דרים ט'יאטר, אורפנד לנד, ומגהדת' עומדים להוציא אלבומים חדשים ובנוסף לכל זה, מגהדת' מקיימים את הבטחתם וחוזרים לארץ ב-2/7, בהאנגר 11! מקווה להיות שם :)
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