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• Artiste: Chris Orrick
• Titre: Jealous Of The Sun
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No one to tell us where to run The day the people of earth got jealous of the sun Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas Lit a match So how the fuck I'm supposed to write a rhyme When we're living in the darkest times we'll probably ever see? And I don't mean that as hyperbole You look around and it's unnerving, it's disturbing While the earth is burning to a third degree Deadly water on the rise because of burning seas But no emergency, just the emergence of the anti-science Magnify it while the ants die frying But we can't die trying, 'cause the rich control the wars With tomcats high flying Bombs blast, crying moms ask why kids keep dying Might just take one for the team and throat slit these tyrants I mean, these the people supposed to give me guidance? Hiding billions of dollars in Caribbean islands Telling us that we should better ourselves Stand for the flag where veterans fell And sit there silent, come on Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war, where the guns at? They want more, give 'em more, where the funds at? They got the power, we got the numbers Live by it, then you die by the sword Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war, where the guns at? They want more, give 'em more, where the funds at? They got the power, we got the numbers Live by it, then you die by the sword No one to tell us where to run The day the people of earth got jealous of the sun Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas Lit a match He's busy watching all his morning shows Twitter storming in a shortened prose Orange fingers, stubby orange toes Performing for adoring droves Of baskets of deplorables To whom accordingly our story goes History's just rewarding those For the whom the bells of victory tolls So therefore as history shows Recorded and reported so As alternative truth, undistorted oath Backwards the pages of history goes Send a warning to our foreign foes Those torn by war and born by deported homes They're marching forward with their morbid poem And pledge allegiance to that orange throne Red Pill should have taken the blue Make no mistake where Chris Orrick's home Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war, where the guns at? They want more, give 'em more, where the funds at? They got the power, we got the numbers Live by it, then you die by the sword Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war, where the guns at? They want more, give 'em more, where the funds at? They got the power, we got the numbers Live by it, then you die by the sword And there's no one to tell us where to run The day the people of earth got jealous of the sun Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas Lit a match Said "We are not to be outdone!" And every smile turned to char Every rapist, every killer, every child was a star No one could tell us where to run The day the people of earth got jealous of the sun