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Artista: Rasputina
Álbum: Frustration Plantation
Año: 2004
Canción: The Mayor |
Oh, it's scrambled eggs what he says.
He accuses me of treachery.
Got the nine lies, got the wide eyes,
Got a failing grade in chemistry.
If you count back to the balcony
When all we saw was the mystery.
Of a blonde haired boy brought his mother joy,
With his pedigree and family tree.
Oh, lay it all out on a wicker couch.
That you wove in the loony bin.
Cut it out, it's a second round bout.
Not the way of a gentleman.
Give it up, get a job,
Take a pill and leave me be.
He's got a synapse lapse he don't think he has,
But it's been proven empirically.
Oh, I'm quite tired of this lunatic.
Why must we suffer cuz the mayor's sick?
He say: "All abandon from this sinking ship".
Then he's off on another trip.
He don't care about environment.
He has made this a shitty place.
My interest rate shrinks at a rapid pace
Compounded daily on my worried face.
"If they take something precious from me,
I take something precious from them."
Oh now he's losing his constituency.
We thought, "Oh, this could never happen again."
If I take something precious from him,
He try to take something from me.
There's a battle in his head that he cannot win.
There's a man he could never be.
Oh no. Way to go.
He's the Mayor. |
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