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letra de killers in denial - sol hardy

we’ll blow some smoke to look past then sit back it won’t last one roll of the hour gl-ss
we’ll watch it flow fast or like mol-sses it’ll grab ya yeah yeah
we’re a bunch of poor rich kids here born bored to get lit and fear nothing
but our own shadows’ disappearing
when you’re a billionaire that’s it
ain’t no american dream you don’t have yet gotta wake up or sleep in
we’ll just keep sleeping make paper weights of free men
make love over indonesian silks factory diamonds then little pink pills
that deliver the k!ll still no beat like the slow heat above the oil fields
for whom the bombs are built this love’s got that european guilt
just can’t cry over spilt blood
ha. what?
this whole mad madness dancing right past us grabbing half of us
with the other half of us america the shattered
a stained gl-ss symphony in dissonance n0body’s listening that ain’t listening
now listen to this
i saw an origami artist soaring from the fortieth story of a city bank
with his fists full of soulful roses of white he couldn’t make it home
to his lady and their babies because he just couldn’t fold the paper right
d-mn
now mama’s got to peel apart the paper cranes daddy gave her just to make the payments
why’d her hubby have to take the pain and go and get swallowed by the pavement man
so who’s sane? who’s to blame?
who came with a cane unable to hold the weight of the elephant in the room?
whose tusks are trust funds for the donkey’s courteous buck
aimed like a loaded gun at uncle sammy’s nuclear nuts
i’ll take a shot to the face and a slug in the guts nothing to chase it but some shoulders to shrug because
because it seems like the upper cl-ss be busy gazing at the stars
while the rest of us are stuck grazing behind some red and white bars
who knows it? do you know it?
the potus knows it the dirt they told us grows it and the dough flow shows it
yeah i know it and the dreamers do to so do the students and the shooters
and the computers behind the fool’s news but no one will tell you
that if we tell the truth then we’ll all be a bunch of honest k!llers
and there ain’t no heroes cause there ain’t no villains
in the age of falling grace and designer prescriptions
hollow faces and god given opinions
best not say sh-t lest someone get offended
you know how the devil signs his name?
with a striped ‘s’ and a smile

- sol hardy

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