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• Artiste: BodegA
• Titre: How Did This Happen?!
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It's the world now don't discriminate Everyone is equally a master and a slave It's the world now don't discriminate Everyone is equally a master and a slave How did this happen? How did this happen? (How did this happen?) I see you walk past the demonstration Two chips on your shoulder You're a culture connoisseur and your pain is real Two chips on your shoulder Stuck wading through a crowd of radical daughters Barricades armed by empty strollers Basic slogans to combat controllers See them dance from afar, to guitar on your shoulder As you smugly walk past, think: These people should be here regardless of outcome As you smugly walk past, think: Hey there's a half-off sale at the Barnes and Noble As you smugly walk past, you ask yourself How did this happen? As you smugly walk past, you ask yourself How did this happen? You're cueing deep cuts as you glide escalator Two chips on your shoulder Face pressed to glass looking down at the mass march Two cans on your shoulder Your playlist knows you better than a closest lover Your playlist always desert island disk Your playlist will curate you songs of the oppressed Look at the marquee in 1080p As you smugly walk past, think: These people should be here regardless of outcome As you smugly walk past, think: You've got an island of blue, you've got a nipple in water As you smugly walk past, you ask yourself How did this happen? As you smugly walk past, you ask yourself How did this happen? It's new world now, don't discriminate Everyone is equally a master and a slave It's new world now, don't discriminate Everyone is equally a master and a slave As you smugly walk past, you ask yourself How did this happen? As you smugly walk past, you ask yourself How did this happen? This machine you know it don't kill fascists This machine just softens what's hard This machine it killed the dream of the sixties This machine you know it's just a guitar As you smugly walk past, you ask yourself How did this happen?