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  • Текст песни Sole And The Skyrider Band - Children of Privilege

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    To the children of privilege
    Taste the pavement
    You paid to see an entertainer, but this ain't entertainment
    You will know a mad scientist
    He's held captive by his own creation

    Now who am I?
    Lost in GPS infinity
    Sold the silver lining got welfare for those in tax haven
    Captain caveman, one ring, few computers between men and homeland security
    The fed can't save me, its vertigo...
    Only my phone can find me
    Only Pitchfork can judge me
    Please don't shoot me, I'm already dead
    What's in the pistol? I hope it's loaded with bread
    The future is soy, digital age destroyed my meat
    I'm flesh and wires, a Baghdad street
    10 millennium of conquering chariot tires
    Like so many feet back between those who chase buffaloes, and those who chased paper
    Burned books and paid others to light the fires
    Past buried in sediment, we fight liars
    And light up the darkness like and terrorist strike
    Or someone is off key, throwing the church choir
    They mock excellence, give raises to their mediocre
    But there are no equals amongst dwarfs and ogres
    Vocally, I'm spitting on modernity like a child birth
    A child soldier, singing songs of dried up seas in style-less verse
    Taste the agony, it rains down, like when the dinosaurs blinked out
    An inconvenient stock
    Wash the blood off your tongue, watch the idiots flock

    Ridden with conspiracy, you can't blame us
    Rode in on a pale horse, yet you can't tame us
    The race to the middle has begun, you can't sane or same us
    The mind is a diamond trapped in stone, you can't flame us
    Even if you burn a village and all the villagers in it
    There's always a camera, a diary page blowing in the wind and a story to tell it
    Raised in front of a tv, we just want to be famous
    Now we wanna be well fed, give us our names back
    I ain't scared, I'll roll on information until the wheels fall off
    Till you only get a record release after they go and cut your balls off
    That's the weight of the world, the uber meinsch rolling in a wheel chair
    Soon we'll all be fucking and swimming and fighting foreign wars in wheelchairs
    The world is flat, when atlas shrugs we roll off in our wheelchairs
    The wool is over our eyes, but the wool is still real here
    Where wolves guard the sheep
    There's no grain in the keep
    Chained in the deep
    Cuz tame is the way of the weak

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