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letra de moby sucks - fatt happy tony

[verse 1: fatt happy tony]

a man’s walking to the store
staring at his laces
couldn’t see hope anymore
wouldn’t look towards strangers faces
tongue runs across t–th that cigarettes had left tasteless
hadn’t slept in weeks, at the motel working late shift
he’s faceless, smooth skin as if a mask were worn
somebody must’ve burned the body when this poor b-st-rd was born
but now it’s four in the morn’ side step as a car shrieks h-rn
standing forlorn on the corner, holding a lotto ticket that’s torn
arriving home where some love will surely be shown
thirst increasing, finding his soul as the lone stranger
in this cold enclosed world of hidden dangers
where the beggars are choosers
and the workers are losers
the only people that can touch justice abuse her
when she calls out the cloth and the cross they accuse her
while they fuse their schemes into our children’s dreams
and we’re like, ‘god bless america’

so he steps out, the wind chill pierces skin
sweat sock soaked, stepped in liquid courage he spilt at day’s begin
best he hoped was to go get drunk and meet a friend
lest he choked back tears, and forced lips in an upward bend
arrived at the store, kept his eyes to the floor
he didn’t need direction to this aisle no more
found a good alcohol sale where none was apparent
and said, ‘god bless america’

[verse 2: fatt happy tony]

boy says mommy look, it’s a homeless man
with eyes like the night and skin that’s colored like sand
mommy says, shield your eyes we don’t know this man
boy replies, but mommy i don’t understand
why we gotta be strangers in this open land
or what dangers appear by acknowledging him
look, it just doesn’t fit the plan
see he’s got another lit cigarette in his hand
to allow this self disrespect i’ll be d-mned
if my little boy grows up to copy his stance

just because my jacket is ragged
and expressions are always far from ecstatic
doesn’t mean that i can’t hear your comments in p-ssing
or that i don’t feel pain as the source of your laughter
depressed yes, but i’m the best actor
that’s how i got them calling me a fatt happy b-st-rd
with every track, getting better than the last one
so don’t you try to p-ss me, cause you don’t have the p-ssion
how to serve man, you know i got the recipe
to decimate these motherf-ckers thinking they’re ahead of me
instead of repeating every word that’s in my registry
and begging for a lesson, question your authority
there’s more to me than what’s written in a pedigree
i better me, always try to keep my mind developing
never wrap it up in f-cking cellophane
packing it away
like these dudes planning to use it on a future day
then waste away and throw it out after the expiration date
sealing their fate
as a p-wn, in the game
i’m ashamed
to say that once i was the same
and wouldn’t be surprised if i’m a victim of deceit again
…i hope that jack can lift me to my feet again

- fatt happy tony

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