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It’s what i’m supposed to do
You know rose
To punish people of being people
To coax’em into revealing themselves
It’s a good damned hard job ,
You know rose
I guess it sounds kind of nutty
You know rose
But it ain’t hardly no ways my fault, rose
It should be rompin’on the mighty
On those who really run this country,
Oh you know rose
I got my job to do rose
I gotta go on and on
So i’ve got to make up for it
You know rose
Being twice hard on the white thrash and negores
On those who let their brain sank down to their butt
‘cause they ain’t find a place to use it
like you , rose
i’m laborin’ in the lord vineyard
you know rose
and all he does is pointin’ the poor sinners
and if i can’t reach up High vines
i work twice hard on the low hanging one
you know rose
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Man in suit
03:48
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I’m the man in suit
I’m walking beside my shinning shoes
I’m hanged to my tie
I’m the man handcuffed on my desk
I’m slave of my laptop
I’m still on the Leach
I’m the man in suit
I’m the jerk on parole
I’m the man in suit
No one ever saw my mind
Hidden by a shine on my smile
Made to measure fits me well
And hide the stripes of my soul.
I’m the man in suit
I’m the jerk on parole
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Bloody Fate
05:16
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it’s cold outside. what a big deal . it’s stinking
shadows are hanging in a night of bad luck
at the corner of the block, there’s a café,
like a working café, betting café.
The owner, a mug of jerk, is serving drunkards
and gathering bucks
End of road, bad story, night of bitch
At the counter a man unpacks his bender
Like a nice chess match x2
Choose your star man, bloddy fate , invite sun , bloody fate
He’s trowing up his venom, vomiting a second rate average
A real bloody mess it’s stinking
It’s piss stinking, death is dancing on the wall and sliding
It’s piss stinking, death is dancing on the wall and sliding
The owner kicked him out, on the pavement he’s been seen stagging
The rummy screeching crossed the street, wrong moment
A big car like a for by for squashed the bar fly
He had a death meeting tonite. End of story. End of night
He had a death meeting tonite. End of story. End of night
Choose your star man, bloddy fate , invite sun , bloody fate
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