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letra de a corpse never wanders - beans

[verse 1]
yo that sh-t is dead i heard your birds called the he-rs-
rolled up in a meat wagon, i was prepared for the worst
[?]
[?] the pugilist

[?]

terrifyingly unable to withstand creaking under
[?] top-heavy

[?] to cut him off like a handjob from edward scissorhands
[?]
colder than a dead gynecologist

atrophy diseminated
pouring gas on yourself, as i held the matches
[?]

leaves fall like all of y’all
winter’s cold, summers not and you’re not

there’s two types of h-ll

doesn’t mean nothing to me
[?] merchandising
be as cool as you can be
european exclusivity

reactionary
[?] forgive and forget in two months
because they got nothing else to rhyme about

[chorus]
the corpse never wanders the door to the store’s closed
the corpse never wanders the door to the store’s closed
the corpse never wanders the door to the store’s closed
the corpse never wanders the door to the store’s closed

[spoken word]
and it is known by every psychologist that the next step in the progression [?} i’m not going to starve to death! all we’re asking – no one wants to see blood, no one likes the smell of blood, no one wants war, anyone who has been in war doesn’t want war. everyibe knows what it is to see the inside of a man’s gut hanging out, and see your friends die, see relatives die. no one wants to regress back to the state of mind where you have to think, “it’s all for the cause, therefore my mother has to die, my wife has to die, my brothers and sisters have to die.” no one wants that! but you’re pushing us to it. you’re leaving us no choice. we’re asking, we’re begging. the students up at columbia, they asked. the brothers down south asked. the brothers in latin america, the brothers in africa, they’re all asking. our fathers asked, our grandfathers asked. [?] ok, but we’re 40% of the black population now. we’re not going to take it. we’re not going to take sitting in rotten parks and in places that just aren’t fit for living. we’re not going to take it. there’s a limit to a man’s patience and everyone knows that. [?] what we’re asking for is humanity! we’re asking to be allowed to live like human beings. [?] how can you tell me that it’s too much to ask to be a human being?

[outro – spoken word]

- beans

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