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By Ukshep, 08/25/2016
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LYRICS:

f*** the banks they’re all dead to me,
f*** capitalism and democracy,
f*** tax and the country and the GDP.
Just f*** the whole economy.

f*** anyone who works in the CBD,
and f*** anyone who went to university.
f*** the reptilian dynasty.
And f*** the whole illuminati.

The lizard people watch with an all seeing eye,
Atop sky scrapers infinity stories high.
Spitting on us from the top of their towers,
Flying first class getting golden showers.

Such is the life of the affluent,
You can get pee’d on by a flight attendant.
You can go stab a dolphin at the grove.
You can wank on an owl at Bohemian Grove.

Oom boom boom, that’s the sound of a truth-bomb.
Ring-a-ding ding, that’s Barack Obama’s intercom.
Get Dom and Adrian off the waves.
Cause we’re dropping truth bombs like it’s the end of days.

The united nations of the new world order,
Calcifying your third eye, putting fluoride in the water.
Don’t believe everything you see on the news,
Dom and Adrian are dishing out the brutal truths.

On the dark side of the moon there’s an alien space station,
Broadcasting a signal to the earth’s population.
You’re just a hologram living a holographic life,
and there’s no such thing as anything, you’re not even alive.

And it’s all the agenda of the thirteen families,
Manipulating markets towards a one world currency,
Dumping chemtrails causing infertility.
And mother f***ers have the gall to call that shit a conspiracy?

They’re lending to lenders who reinvest your investments,
Reinvest reinvestments to fund elections for presidents,
Who amend the amendments that will decay your intelligence -
Welcome mother f***ers to the age of Aquarius.

Oom boom boom, that’s the sound of a truth-bomb.
Ringa--ding ding, that’s Barack Obama’s intercom.
Get Dom and Adrian off the waves -
Cause we’re dropping truth bombs like it’s the end of days.

The one percent are managing the frequency,
Limiting your creative capacity,
Using MTV and f***ing Channel E,
They make you wanna be, what they want you to be.

Not me.... f*** the occultist celebrity,
f*** Miley f***ing Cyrus and f*** Jay Z,
f*** Rupert Murdoch and Pay TV -
I download all my shit for free.

Now I’m not looking for sympathy,
But it feels like the system is fisting me.
So just cause I wanna pursue the arts,
I’ve gotta live off my Daddy’s credit card?

And what now I’m supposed to do the nine to five,
Just to cover the costs of the costs of life?
I won’t get on my knees and suck a managers knob,
Just to be another ******** with a fulltime job.

Oom boom boom, that’s the sound of a truth-bomb.
Ringa--ding ding, that’s Barack Obama’s intercom.
Get Dom and Adrian off the waves -
Cause we’re dropping truth bombs like it’s the end of days.
 

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