Lyrics

Who's got all the facts and all the numbers Who's gonna wake them all up from their slumber Who's gonna turn their party into a real bummer A clever motherfucker I worked pretty hard for this coma Good things that I showed up Here's my persona- I talk just like a grownup I'm saying one with a diploma This is a gulag thats why you're all opponents You'd hate a fact just to prove you're so devoted Whole thing is screwed up man I think that I provoked Cause I focused on the worst case And then everyone approached it Drones. Now you'll never have to feel alone. I'm in my zone You can stay out of my home God I'm so bored Of your death squad and your wars I've got a gun on my porch I hope it keeps getting worse You thought I was yours But then you told me worth And now I want to go first You were having fun and I'm the cure The paradoxes of all your tolerance It's funding fine if you're too late isn't it The paradoxes of all your tolerance You hate something just enough and you might fix it Drones. Now you never have to feel alone I'm in my zone You can stay out of my home God I'm so bored Of your death squad and your wars I've got a gun on my porch I hope it keeps getting worse You thought I was yours But then you told me my worth And now I want to go first You were having fun and I'm the cure Disarray's in business Do the right thing and keep your distance If you swore an oath I know that you're a snitch Do the right thing and keep your distance
Writer(s): Adam Reed, Rick J Armellino, Bernard Stabley, Jack Esbenshade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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