Текст песни Sole - Respect, Pt. 3
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Banging rocks together makes sunshineBanging heads with rocks `till blood comes: the writing processEverything has diapers on and smells likeIt`s time for a changeOr for some holes in the flagMy whole perspective relies solely on questionsThat can`t have answersLike everyone oin their assumptionsA big bigpen driven by dead dogs;If that`s your sitePut up a superhero with a better pokerfaceThis noble cause reeks of self-gratificationBut it`s more like no satisfactionSo when I dieThe fessin` go to collegeAnd the writers go to HeavenIf you wasn`t born on this planetBlame the World for being thereI`m not assuming responsibility for everyone lost in the shuffle;My whole philosophy is based on moodswingsLimited attention spans and an expansion pack for everythingAm I feeling it?Mostly full of itSelling my cuts for the art of itPlaced all of my faith in these hereticsWe`re all futur presidents;Nobody knows it yetThat`s the beauty of it allWelcome to my desert islandThe wheather is gloriousTake a picture(No one reads the articles)I need music with texture andSomeday, a happy mealRude awakening after rude awakeningI`m asking y`all to be police untilI match the blood on the battlefieldWith the gleam in my eyeIf I could make it stop rainingThis whole damn place wouldn`t knowWhat to do with all the sunlightI`ve been saving up for a life like thisYour God is booing you offstageAnd your heroes don`t respect youIt`s all in vain and can`t be bought:Hung from the ceiling and often attached to the first thoughtShe gave me a handshake full of empty promisesNow I`m thirty minus somethingPlus I wrestle demons down to the ground in my spare timeIt`s a new dayThe pigeons no longer fly yonder;They make rappers out of messengers and text from all the classicsMeet the archangel with two minutes to live at all timesI hold a mirror against a mirror against a mirror against a mirrorWhat I`m saying is:Word is deceasedWork is slaveryThey`re saving asses for the big layoffWhere they lie you down to take it like a native colonizedBy search and seizureThe grass is always greener and when you make it thereIt dies (if getting there don`t kill you)And the people there don`t shareThis is what your bones will sound like when they play `em in spaceIf I could make it stop rainingThis whole damn place wouldn`t knowWhat to do with all the sunlightI`ve been saving up for a life like thisYour God is booing you offstageAnd your heroes don`t respect you