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• Artiste: Arkells
• Titre: Cynical Bastards
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Now, I don't disagree - It's a hell of a scene. Jackson Square dropouts: Avoid the police. If the '80s were tough, The '90s were mean. I was left for the desperate with all these fast cash machines. And that easy money Never helped anything. With that kind of juice, man, It ain't worth the squeeze. But month by month, I feel a change in the breeze, So stop moving on; Make your own history. (What!?) Now, if you want me to boil it down, All you cynical bastards, Get out of town, now If you want me to boil it down, All you cynical bastards, Move a little faster. But some people can't shake The weight of the past. Some people's hearts Remain at half-mast. It's downtown Where it all intersects. Some came from the mountain; College kids from the west. Not every suit lies Right through the teeth, There's good and there's bad And there's some between. As I wait for the bus Coming from the east, There's generations of pride And, yeah, elbow grease. Now, if you want me to boil it down, All you cynical bastards, Get out of town, now If you want me to boil it down, All you cynical bastards, Move a little faster. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, OH!) I understand If it's all a bit much. It's a bit of a circus; It's a little bit rough. I heard this place (ooh, ooh) Was run by the mob, (ooh, ooh) Buying everyone off (ooh, ooh) Down at city hall. (ooh, ooh) And those Oakville moms, They stick up their nose. Those Burlington dads Keep their daughters at home. If you're the kind with nothing to say, You heard about this party, But you're praying for rain. (What!?) Now, if you want me to boil it down, All you cynical bastards, Get out of town, now If you want me to boil it down, All you cynical bastards, Move a little faster. Now, if you want me to boil it down, All you cynical bastards, Get out of town, now If you want me to boil it down, All you cynical bastards, Move a little faster. Move a little faster. Move a little faster Move a little faster Move a little faster (Thanks to Stephen G for these lyrics)