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• Artiste: Breakpoint
• Titre: Escalators
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Floating down escalators Your eyes are green, your heart is black You've done some ugly things Now it's too late to take them back Just money mongers here Who never filled their karma cups Now death has brought them here And this room in hell is filling up From town to town he came To build his wealth he'd buy them out Just build the biggest one Then all the smaller ones come down We lived the golden age 1909, 1909 Much money to be made Monopolize, monopolize Ford you're so deserving of the place you're in Escalating down in rows Ford your soul was conscious of the path you chose Here's proof that somebody knows On a wooden stage he speaks Eloquently about his feats To sweating simple folk But in the middle of his speech An opposition screams A man of one, a man of one His threat was well received And so he hung and so he hung And now it's all vs. one it's all vs. one Ford you're so deserving of the place you're in Escalating down in rows Ford your soul was conscious of the path you chose Here's proof that somebody knows And you can call oh brother call Yes you can call oh brother call No one can hear you not at all But you can call oh brother call And you can call oh brother call (Floating down escalators, Your eyes are green, your heart is black) Yes you can call oh brother call (You've done some ugly things, now it's too late to take them back) No one can hear you not at all (Just money mongers here, who never filled their karma cups) But you can call oh brother call (Now death has brought them here, and this room in hell is filling up) We give you death by '45 It's what we call your last time out, your last time out By '45 It's what we call you last time out Ford you're so deserving of the place you're in Escalating down in rows Ford your soul was conscious of the path you chose Here's proof that somebody knows We give you death by '45 It's what we call your last time out, your last time out By '45 It's what we call your last time out, your last time out