Sour Patch Kids

Album: Asleep in the Bread Aisle (2009)
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  • Use the eyes of the owl
    The sour patch kids got me out of wack
    And out of gas
    The hour glass spills as I'm left on the vasey without a vest
    Lost my train of thought
    My brain can not be bought
    Trained to trainicle auberate with authority
    The chay in may
    To the leaders I am scary
    I pose a threat to those who get to close for comfort
    And wont conform
    Come forward
    Sworn on my unborn son if there is one more war I will come for
    Poor get poor, the rich just get richer
    Get the just
    You see the big picture?
    China's ditched from a shake on the Richter
    Mother earth strucks and we all get evicted
    This some sick shit
    Slightly twisted
    Information from our nations capital
    Capital is all the captain calls for
    They just want more (and more)
    And more (and more)
    And more (and more)
    And more (and more)
    And more (and more)

    [Chorus]
    Take me away
    Take me away from here
    Take me away
    I don't here you

    My people crying, and be dining,
    They be dining in the hours,
    Drinking wine with their wives like everything is fine
    Denying that they fighting for the their lives,
    Every night to survive since the beginning of time
    Cant believe the evil that feeds off this so called American dream
    Lies in the seat make all the Americans seem like blood-sucking money hungry fiends
    But money doesn't mean
    A damn thing to me
    I just want to be
    I want to be free
    But unfortunately a fortune is what you need
    Cause the fortune 500s run the country
    Its one company
    If your not a company
    Would you mind grabbing me a cup of tea?
    If we go hungry, in our own country
    I wonder whats its like living in Hungry
    Yeah, it isn't funny, but its coming
    Its about to get ugly
    Streets turn to a game of rugby

    [Chorus]

    We're buying bubbly and making rate 100s
    Is it just me or is that some dumb shit
    Yo what the fuck
    Hoe comes
    Little dumb shit
    Lets go
    (I know you can think of something)
    Donate your dollars
    Raise a dollar
    Help a mother
    Save a father
    Cause poverty is probably our biggest problem
    And it ain't gonna stop with Obama
    To save the world we must start at the bottom

    [Chorus] Writer/s: ASHER PAUL ROTH, OREN YOEL KLEINMAN
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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