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• Artiste: Foreign Elfest
• Titre: Four Years To Forgery
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When you're in the library In the fiction section Insert the bibles next to Huckleberry Fin No ma'am, I haven't lost my direction I'm just serving the sign that says \"Please return books where they belong\" But I think somewhere before all of the choirs Revised each so-called resolute right Ten thousand times A blue moon and nude sky Had made too many cry And convicted ancient authors To write with dualist might Every bestseller knows How to stretch the metaphor But both good and evil Think that they fight the good war And the poison spreads On each side of the fence Branding children to pick their friends By which pendants 'round their neck Under my shoes, are what makes me move Couldn't blame shoes or god for what I do I can't go choosing truths 'Round that rosy bush I'm best barefoot Ring around, ring around, ring around And we all fall down Now a year has gone by since My mother lost her job, a naive psychologist Attempted to live by doing nothing wrong But even under god, we expand and contract By leather wallet biceps flexing their brawn So if the weight of your Cross-bearing bosses' wallet Isn't growing by your contribution of corruption Then when it's time to lose all income Will you keep your dignity? Or turn your back on such helpless ones She said, \"Help me Hun!\" Her crops had withered Her home made her shiver You do need some cash to smile Happiness is not free of the dime Unknown is calling, her bags are packed Sail across the Atlantic I-80 East Can't afford much to eat, her stomach shrinks Caffeine steals her sleep But you don't have to faint to dream Like some immigrant, labor for the rent But this toil is still definitely worth it We drudge through the days But with time comes change I know they won't believe, but ants lift leaves I'm small, sure I'll lead Watch with enough leaves We'll build that tree That will tower over everything Or will I grow up And glue coins onto my eyelids Get together with friends, and buy an island So when we sleep, and the natives do find us They will know we are dead And won't disturb us The only thing more godless than a communist Is the industry that fights them The only sound more honest than a song singer Is when they admit, \"I've perjured\" Back, in this downtown living room you say \"You have no idea What you are bringing on You can't weigh How much condescendence And betrayal you'll receive Those unheard of methods Are unheard of for a reason\" Well, I'm sorry But it's B.S. Ph. D. M.D. Come get those fake IDs 'Cause you know It's just eight years to forgery Go fool 'em all, go on it's easy 'Cause it's B.S. oh we're so pleased Now, mount those bright fools' gold trophies Oh, you'll only give four years for forgery? Time is money, now in my hands I must invest wisely Time in my hand, I must invest wisely Which bank is good? And where is it hiding? Time in my hand I must invest wisely If change is a lie, than my soul is trite Time in my hand, I must invest wisely Which hands can hide me? While we're conspiring Time in my hand, I must invest wisely If your palms can hold me Then darling hide me wisely! (Thanks to Kate for these lyrics)