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letra de postmodern exorcism - av dummy

stood by the eiffel tower
a symbol of american imperialism
a mickey mouse star wars poster emblazoned on the skies above
mimes in prole clothing
a jar jar rastafari to laugh at –
“comic value”
pigs in blue coming at you
you’ve got some substance d, some soma and a few ecstasy pills on hand
get on a london bus
make elevator conversation with the driver
he’s up for a chat
he doesn’t know where you’re going
or where he’s going
but he’s on track
cctv’s my favourite kind
eyes watching and they don’t go blind
i don’t bеlieve in an easy lifе
i believe in appealing sights
i’m not immune to the conscious mind
i downloaded mine off a free website –

i’m not an idiot
i’m not an idiot
i’m not an idiot
i’m not an idiot

white man, white man, i like his voice
calms me down, stops me making noise
i wish god could be just as fun
real or fake, he’d be such a blast
in this time, next time or the past
who knows what, and who knows who’ll last?

i’m just an idiot
i’m just an idiot
i’m just an idiot
i’m just an idiot

kids with knives, kids with funds
kids tell lies, kids smoke spice
kids don’t run, kids don’t hide, nice surprise
kids like guns
kids like violence and dumb people
dumb things, dumb places, dumb – dumb – dummy – dummy – mummy – mummy – mummy –
look at the faces on a fashion blog
alien people from the eastern bloc
how many charges for the firing squad?
single file, line on them on the wall
we’re so deprived of their kind of “cool”
i wish i could be calm with all
the madness outside of protocol
the wolf has come, and he’s dressed in wool…
who’s this? who’s this?
he’s so self made and clueless
i can’t tell where the roof is
so if i jump off the wrong bit
scr-pe me off of the pavement
a socialite sold the slave ship
banana boats in new haven
tell me this life’s amazing
i would believe it, i would believe it
i would believe it, if you sold me sh-t
k!lled my family, and burned my house
i would believe it if you taped my mouth
and tied me up in the bas-m-nt
i would believe you anytime or day
i love the way you say crime don’t pay
and beat me up while i’m waiting
for the train at the station
but somehow i get impatient
the old news finally fading…
god you make me abrasive
god you make me so crazy
god you make me so crazy
god you make me so crazy
god you make me so crazy

f-ck it, i’ve had it now once and for all
winston’s trapped in his crystal ball
bully vans on the boulevard for some
bolsheviks with a few guitars
hardy har-har, mulan or mulala
arsonists, alchemists, narcissists, white and cis, sister-sister, don’t resist
censorship is the new ‘black on black’ statistics
fetishist, s-d-stic
talking back, get lifted
don’t say a thing, ridiculous
tell me tea, live for it
capitalist or immigrant
packaged life, relevant
death coming, imminent
man, effeminate
time, terminate
born, exterminate
seeds, germinate
eyes rolling to sides
falling back behind enemy lines
to the guys
“if i survive i’ll buy my own exorcist!”
speak of the devil
perform on me now good sir
with a few drops of the holy water
we’ll be good as new

jesus was a strange fellow…
i heard he used to walk to nazareth
with his brand new jordan’s in a box…
i like old movies
they capture the feelings better…
the casual phobias
they’re just that much more entertaining
there’s nothing like good old fashioned censored violence…
it just looks so much ______
the corn syrup blood flow…
the dumb blonde bimbo…
telecoms
telecoms
lost in a sp-ce station
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- av dummy

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