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It feels so 80's
Or early 90's
To be political
Where are my friends?
(Get off the internet)
I'll meet u in the street
(Get off the internet)
Destroy the right wing
(Get off the internet)
I'll meet u in the street
(Get off the internet)
Destroy the right wing
This is repetitive
But nothing has changed
And I'm crazy
Where are my friends?
(Get off the internet)
I'll meet u in the street
(Get off the internet)
Destroy the right wing
(Get off the internet)
I'll meet u in the street
(Get off the internet)
Destroy the right wing
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[In New York the shooting of another unarmed black man raises further questions about NYPD tactics. On Thursday an undercover police officer shot and killed Patrick Dorismond]
Murder is murder, why are they confused?
Another man dead i read it in the news.
Who gave them the fucking right
to run around like they own the night?
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh!
Wrong fucking time wrong fucking place
there is no fucking way this is not about race.
Who's gonna call 911
When they can't tell a wallet from a motherfucking gun?
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh!
Bang bang daddy I want you dead
Bang bang fucker get outta my head
Bang bang daddy I want you dead
Bring me Giuliani's head
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh Bang! Bang!
Oh!
[Since the shootings police have changed their account of what happened that night. The shooting has angered many community members, especially after four NYPD officers were acquitted last month in the shooting of unarmed african immigrant Amadou Diallo]
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Well, what about?
What is it that they're, that younger women are pushing up against? They would seem to have a list of options to choose on, uh, choose from.
Mhm
A set of ways to construct their own identity that takes in everything. It's just a vast smorgasbord. The options are not as narrow as they might have been thirty years ago. So, where does the problem lie now?
Uh, um, uh, um I think that, and
Um and
uh, uh, uh, um and
uh, uh, uh, um and
uh, uh, uh, um and
And um, cuz, it, they're
And um, cuz, it, they're
And um, cuz, it, they're
You're so obviously
They're with girls, mhm (x7)
And um, cuz, it, they're (x5)
uh, uh, uh, um and
You're so obviously (x5)
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Yr critique is superficial
but yr hatred's like the rain.
We could agree to disagree, you know
But I gotta catch my train
So go-go, go-go, go-go
Good Luck!
So, go-go, go-go, go-go
W.I.A!*
So go-go, go-go, go-go
Good Luck!
So, go-go, go-go, go-go
W.I.A!
I think you're pretty smart
But you act like such a jerk, I
can't stand yr fake rebellion
misdirected and anti-art
So go-go, go-go, go-go
Good Luck!
So, go-go, go-go, go-go
W.I.A!
So go-go, go-go, go-go
Good Luck!
So, go-go, go-go, go-go
W.I.A!
So over it (Now!)
So over it (Now!)
So over it (Now!)
So over it (Now!)
*Well Intentioned Asshole
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no shopping
no choice
i can't stay here
and listen to your voice
i'll be gone b4 yr home
but if you want
to know where
i went to
baby, you
can read it in my note
it says: i went to be alone.
yeah, babe, i know i make about
twice the money you make,
and, of course,
i'm never called a stupid whore
or a fake
and i don't structure my life
around the fear of murder
dismemberment
or rape
but i hardly see how that has to do with our relationship
well, if you
want to know
where i went to
baby you
can read it in my note
it says i went to be alone
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So you wanna hang out with me tonight?
Well
You're cool, but I'm right, so
I'll set the dial to "no fights."
And as we leave the club,
and the sun is coming up, you ask,
"Have I failed to entertain?"
I say no man, it's ok.
chorus:
Cuz I already knew
that when I'm with you
Mediocrity rules, man.
Mediocrity rules.
Life is but a compromise
and I can see it in yr eyes that
nothing scares you like a real idea.
But no man, it's ok,
you didn't waste my day
(chorus)
Yabba dabba dabba doo, man.
Yabba dabba dabba doo.
Yabba dabba dabba doo, man.
Yabba dabba dabba dude.
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The stars are getting in and out of automobiles
And we keep wondering when we're gonna feel something real
Keep waiting for a Santa that will never come
A real party not just people who're faking fun
But everything gets erased before it's even said
And all that glitters isn't gold when inside it's dead
All that glitter is not gold
All that glitter is not gold
All that glitter is not gold
All that glitter is not gold
I went to your concert and I didn't feel anything
I went to your concert and I didn't hear anything
I went to your concert and I didn't feel anything
I went to your concert and I didn't see anything
(Oh Baby) Why won't you talk to me?
(Oh Baby) You just want me empty!
(Oh Baby) You don't say anything!
(Oh Baby) Why won't you answer me?
All that glitter is not gold
All that glitter is not gold
All that glitter is not gold
All that glitter is not gold
I sat through your movie but I didn't see anything.
I went to your comedy club and didn't laugh at all.
I went to your movie and I didn't hear anything.
I went to your concert and there was nothing going on.
You don't say
You don't say
You don't say anything.......
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