Every time i focus my view Every time my camera zooms I get this commercial by you Ubiquitous you
Everywhere wears the badge of ads of you You oh country sold out to capital Shit, you dress my friends in it The lens i view it with The invisible space in the air The soundwaves cast Your insipid glare
I’m under your red roof inn Your murder marketing system Calling it Christian Christ was a freak like me You think he’d be down With all the forests being paved with his name Or some war being waged with his fame Or he wasn’t getting it on with Mary or Jane
Just cuz they killed him don’t kill me Don’t go kill a bunch of people back in Iraq Then put that fish up next to your “W in ‘04” flag Follow this asshole dictator Daddy’s little imitator Give him your money your love and your veins
If christ died for my sins He died in revolution The one we’re trying to make So stop trying to take My view My true My ocean blue
Anyway i was trying to say That somehow you just can’t stop our joy You just can’t stop our basic need for people-ness It springs up in the craziest cracks And we are finding our roots now We have to fight just to keep our space We are finding our roots now We will fight to keep our space In the race and the pace Of the land over take In the race and the pace Of the land over takeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.