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Letlive White America's Beautiful Black Market Lyrics

Last updated: 08/19/2013 07:56:25 AM

Yo, y-yo Jeff, yo, see, I-I told 'em.
See, I told them like this.

There ain't no reason why,
We should be, sucking up or,
Giving in cause I,
Cause I for damn sure ain't giving up.

Well if it's worth a thing, then it's American.
But if it ain't that, then I don't really want to see it.
We'll let the dreamers dream, if it's American themed.
But if it ain't that, I don't believe a word that they say.

That bootstrap theory,
Don't fit on all of those feet.
Cause,

Much like glutton,
Starving pigs.
My mind is certain they'll take all they can get.
So, push their buttons.
Hit reset.
We're finally deserving what we get.

Well if it's worth a thing, then it's American.
But if it ain't that, then I don't really want to see it.
Well if it's worth a thing, then it's American.
But if it ain't that, then I don't really want to see it.

I said "f*ck birth and death."
The hospital to the funeral,
The debts lie on the child and the deceased.
They say, "Get sick, then feel better."
Be sure that they will never cure you.
You're worth so much more diseased.

Say, that bootstrap theory,
Don't fit on all of those feet.
Cause,

Much like glutton,
Starving pigs.
My mind is certain they'll take all they can get.
So, push their buttons.
Hit reset.
We're finally deserving what we get.

Much like glutton,
Starving pigs.
(Finally deserving what we get)
Push their buttons.
Hit reset.
We're finally deserving what we get.

It's just like cutting off your nose,
Just to spite your face.
It's just like ripping out your tongue,
To get rid of the taste of,
Success

We get sick, so we can feel better.
They keep us sick, to feel under the weather.
We get sick, so we can feel better.
They keep us sick, they keep us sick, they keep us sick,
I want to feel better.

We get sick, so we can feel better.
We get sick, so we can feel better.
With government sucking the dicks of corporations.
Looks like Uncle Sam finally put his money where his mouth is.

Much like glutton,
Starving pigs.
My mind is certain they'll take all they can get.
So, push their buttons.
Hit reset.
We're finally deserving what we get.

Much like glutton,
Starving pigs.
(Finally deserving what we get)
Push their buttons.
Hit reset.
We're finally deserving what we get.

It's just like cutting off your nose,
Just to spite your face.
It's just like ripping out your tongue,
To get rid of the taste of it.




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