Bonaparte - Out Of Control | Текст песни

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Out of control, out of control, out of control, out of control, out of control..
No food, no guns, no guns, no food, no food, no gun control.
No food, no guns, no guns, no food, no food, out of control.

The first cut is the deepest, and now it`s urgent, I can buy me food but no laundry detergent.
Unemployment money won`t keep me stable, got to be ambitious cutting copper cables.
Out of control, out of control, out of control, out of control, out of control.

Power greedy minds and budget cuts, if companies were people, they`d be clinically nuts.
I circle in my backyard, crystal clean, lord why don`t you buy me pseudoephedrine?

To be young and living in America, life decisions based on guns or a guitar.
Got to find your own version of who you are, over the counter or under the radar.
No food, no guns, no guns, no food, no food, no gun control.
No food, no guns, no guns, no food, no food, out of control.

Brownies sporting rifles on my front lawn, jerks on joysticks, dusk till dawn.
Touch the tip of the pistol, get aroused, the tea-party is playing at my house, at my house.

To be young and living in America, life decisions based on guns or a guitar.
Got to find your own version of who you are, over the counter or under the radar.

South of the border - north of compassion, south of the border - north of compassion..