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• Artiste: Sole and The Skyrider Band
• Titre: In Paradise
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Giants can't kill ants, even if they watch they step Reaching for the sky but your crawl to your death You spitted gibberish, for the love of chaos Channel FM drop, called it a Séance Can thy weak allegories, and shotgun blast definitions Planet Earth is too small for us, and I'm too bored to listen to your small talk Micky Mouse walking the kids to see the body of Tupac Pretending we fifteen is the human to be I suppose No one wants fire and brimstone with they gin and juice anymore But I come from the future with warnings End, all relationships fixed, fast, and frozen Unplug the speakers, if the slogans are hallow This is a culture war, who do you want to dig your grave for you? You're selling piss, you say it's holy water You hid behind your scarf, I hide behind my shadow You call me up and say I need more gun shots on my laptop Even though I walked from Mecca to Toys R Us backwards Let no flames catch on my rotting brain They say you were the greatest playwright, but you stole those lines He who plays dead combs the greenest gas That remains to be seen but I count you loosing teeth In paradise your teeth will grow back, I promise In paradise I'll hide my laughter, I promise Giants can't kill ants even if they watch they step Giants couldn't kill ants no matter how hard they tried Tell me, what's the new "poor is cool"?, the new Telegraph uniform Thrift stores are out, straight jackets are the new Naam Putting newscasters to sleep doesn't interest All that matters is how we look when they scatter us Like flies in Africa, I'm loosing for a place To rest my weary ribs, also my aging face But the air is dry, and of the Earth there's so much pain, and in the mountains only so much liquid So please bleed me dry like the new sons of Wild Pitch Or I'll be forced to join a Death Can For Cutie cover band In paradise your shadow itself it scares you Over the river, the wind breaks beneath you In paradise your name is a series of bumps, and dots, and dashes with little to no connection to the past In paradise, you pray someone is watching over you In paradise, someone is indeed watching you There's not enough electricity to dumb us all They lock us in jars and say, "Stillness is perfection." There's six millions ways to be stoned in the courtyard Do you want to be an outlaw? We'll throw you to your in-laws We'll throw you in the ring with the biggest robots money could buy This world's a child's dream, bulldozers sing for you The cars burn themselves, and streetlight kidnap you You hand in your medals and they melt them into bullets and crosses They told you you were Zeus, but you were just one of his Goddesses In paradise... burn victims model underwear In paradise... there you are forced to enjoy yourself In paradise... happiness is insanity The worlds last polar bear gets all the oil companies In paradise... wars are invented by our fathers In paradise... wars are invented by our brothers In paradise... wars are invented by our leaders In paradise... wars are prevented by our mothers