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letra de lettuce - ​big hamus

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mmm, mmm
mmm, mmm, mmmm
mmm, mmm, mmmm

when the days are getting older
you wonder if we’ll ever change
will i, ever get out of this dead-end career?
will i ever escape, or am i trapped for my life?
working 9 to 5, plus overtime (overtime)

i’m sick of all the, the pointless exploitation
i can’t deny it, i don’t wanna be like this anymore
i wanna be me, i wanna be free
i wanna have the career that i chose to be in
but i don’t wanna be trapped in systems that exploit me
i’m 90% of the population, and yet i make less than 20% of the decisions
and you wonder why everything is messed up, you wonder why there’s protests
you wonder why we get out there you wonder why we on the streets with strikes
you wonder why, you wanna know why?
because you’re a pig, and you’re above me for no reason
so, i’m determined to fear and find
because i know, one day i’ll be saved
i’ll be safe from this demon above me
forcing me to break my back
all for hardly anything
i’m paid in time for breaking my bones
paid in time sacrificed
i get nothing in return
but poverty and a broken home
i just wanna live more freely
i just wanna live more free
and don’t know if i can really take it back again
i know that i’ve been feeling so defeated
and i know, i know the feeling, so old
i’m feeling the power, and i feel determined

wait, oh no
i’ve struck down again
struck out of it, and i don’t know how to get myself up out of it
down to the bottom, i saw it, i saw it, i saw it
we’re told to assimilate with the deities
supposedly, the people who run us like gods
the people who have all the power
the people who always commit fraud
the people who never knew what it felt like to be on the bottom, and it sucks
’cause they don’t have empathy, they don’t sympathize with me
they just wanna say “get back to work”
broken bone? heal in a week and get back to work
you just gave birth? get back to work
so when they let us get out
it’s really quite a gift, it’s really quite a gift
when they let us out
it feels like we’ve ended a prison sentence
we don’t go to school to learn anymore
we go to memorize, ah
we don’t go to be different
we go to be paired with everything else and assimilate
i’m done going to prison
grade school puts little children in boxes
instead of an open field
where they can feel their passions, and explore their dreams
they’re told that they are failures and they need to learn the useless stuff that teaches them nothing
and they wonder why half the kids drop out these days
and they wonder why everybody is so concerned about everybody getting lower scores
at least, that’s what it seems like
it’s not really the case, ’cause we’ve learnt to adapt
to the broken system that’s been placed for more than a century
and i don’t understand it, i don’t understand it
i just wanna be free, i just wanna be me
i just wanna be free, i just wanna be me
and i don’t really see why that’s such a bad thing
in the end

we are 90% of the population, yeah
we don’t need dressing in salad, but you need lettuce
a salad ain’t a salad with just carrots or onion
needs a backbone
the workforce doesn’t need leaders
in the way we have them, the way we have them
you call this freedom?
i may wonder where we’ve been
and i know where i can go, the answer’s nowhere
’cause of you, ’cause of you
i’m sick of all the lying, fork-tongued politicians ruining my life
all they do is speak nothing, they don’t speak for us
they only speak for themselves
but is it really a wonder, they need our support?
call it a blessing, call it a curse
don’t tell me what it is, i know it’s broken
it’s not just because of them, it’s because of everything

we are a cacophony, and i know one day that we can be fixed
a salad isn’t a salad with just dressing
it needs a backbone, needs lettuce
and i know that i might not be the one who’s great at explaining this
i just want my freedom, just want it
i wanna be free

i wanna be free
i know that it seems like we are free, in this market
half of land stays vacant now
imagine if we could relate
we live in a world with more homes than homeless people
we live in a world where cities could provide everything below
these people wanna be free
don’t you even see it?
of course you may be blind because you’re already free
and you wonder why, why

[?]
just like the exposition, this song never ends
justify policing, call it freedom, call it freedom
you say you’re libertarian when you restrict the rights of the 99%
yeah we get it
all the rich people, they might be like, “oh oh oh, so good, uh”
oh no, the rich are too highly taxed?
oh no, they can’t get their private jet?
it must be a sad world they live in, huh?
we can’t even eat, but i guess we’re gonna be concerned about you
you’re a billionaire, you really think that losing a million a year will change your life? (you’re life)
you make more money than like half of us each year
you make more money than the rest of the population combined
and yet you wanna complain about taxes and paying bills?
try living on the streets for once, then you’ll be writing your will
you think of yourselves as being exploited when you’re the exploiters
and i’m sick of the way you’re telling me to live my life when you’re living in luxury
they be living in luxury, they be living in luxury
and yet they claim they’re too highly taxed and that they’re not free?
give me a break, give me a break
gimme a break, you have like five private jets
gimme a break, gimme a break, gimme a break

so tell your family how you’re feeling
when you say that you don’t have enough, but you have enough
when you tell yourself that, tell that stuff to the 90%
tell them, tell your sob stories to the rest of us
i want my freedom, i’m hearing your conundrums about being you
i want my freedom, i want it now
i want my freedom, my freedom
freedom, i’m sick of it, you can’t have a salad with just carrots
you also need the backbone, the lettuce

- big hamus

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