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letra de no 1s lookin - ¡mayday!

when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt gets done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt is gettin’ done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt gets done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt is gettin’ done ’round here

i wake up in a world which used to be full of merchants
watchin’ my every move; i couldn’t find my purpose
i remember walkin’ around, feelin’ eyes on my back
tryin’ to keep up the act, but it fell through
down, down the well it goes, and all this h-ll i know
is now publicly owned
oh now, now this clever poem
can be your very own
little melody; go sing with me
blindfold the neighborhood; close the windows, say it’s good
burn the forest, claim the wood; i’ll do it and say you should
break every lightbulb and battery
’cause i don’t need these purists and these pop junkies mad at me
call it censorship, means i’ll call it reality
smoke and mirrors get bent; circus-like reality
give ’em slithers ten cents and they take all your salary
i keep my dirt covert so i can sprout an apple tree and…
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt gets done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt is gettin’ done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt gets done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt is gettin’ done ’round here

walkin’ the other side; walkin’ the thinnest line
where there be shadows where the k!llers hide
she never pictured them the crazy type
they never picked up on the subtle signs until they tallied up the crime
watch for the quiet ones, where you decide to run
watch for the fired gun before you decide givin’ up
stick ’em up, stick ’em up trap is hotter since we set up shop
but now these informants are being planted like illegal crops

yeah, inside these primary colors
i find a shade of blue to smuggle in some words for my brothers
i’m axel foley homey; nah you don’t know me; i’m undercover
p-plannin’ and plottin’ under this concrete and gutters
playin’ these numbers indeed; runnin’ with k!llers indeed
bein’ what i can see, takin’ all that’s in front of me
they had it comin’; tired of hunger so we did somethin’
had to steal some money — power, respect it and love it
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt gets done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt is gettin’ done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt gets done ’round here
when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt is gettin’ done ’round here

if there’s really a place where i can be myself i’ll lose this mask we wear
we’ve all been doin’ some hidin’
in the disguise that we wear to protect us from ourselves

when no-one’s lookin’; when no-one’s there
that’s when the dirt gets done ’round here

- mayday

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