Loyal Divide - Vision Vision | Текст песни

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• Loyal Divide
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Mommy and daddy
with your hippie clothes in an attic box
you went right-wing for us
I won't stand up man
and say hell no
won't tear off my bib
this life is too good

Money grows, making marks and rings
with tired thirst
I'm pinching coins from your purse
Money through love man
making money through words
to butter up my life
a vision vision

You took food from wolves
and you got dogs
yeah I think it's right to rough them up a little bit

Crummy money man
let out in Prague
God is dead man
you hit him on the head
with your smug ass smile
your heavy fist of shit