| 作曲 : Haynes, Meline | |
| Go to the beach | |
| And realize that you got a scanline across your tanline | |
| And find microchips in your hands | |
| Fluid in your grands | |
| As a result of somebody else's plan | |
| That nobody really understands | |
| Even though it spans across lands | |
| African soils, Arabian sands | |
| It's airborne yet it seeps through dams | |
| A new disease that you caught at Mickey D's | |
| In your Quarter Pounder with cheese | |
| Ordered with ease | |
| Super size please! | |
| Can you believe | |
| People ain't even survive through the drive through | |
| And they thought they were live too | |
| Pulling off, pumping Rob Base, stuffing fries in their face | |
| Over a billion served | |
| What they never deserved | |
| So as they drove away they swerved into the curb | |
| With their heads on the steering wheel | |
| Kids blacked out in the back with a fucking Happy Meal | |
| What a crappy deal | |
| But it was only $4.99 | |
| So there's more people in line | |
| Yeah, the plan's running fine | |
| The parking lot is now a burial plot | |
| Where you can park and rot if you can find a spot | |
| Government agents came swooping in | |
| Removing men, women and children from the automobile | |
| What a steal | |
| Now the car's repossessed and sold at an auction | |
| The people are dead but the money keeps talking | |
| Proceeds go to building bigger bombs and missile launching | |
| The masses respond by just watching | |
| Here comes the shit talking | |
| Did you hear about what went down? | |
| It was plenty live | |
| Catch it tonight on FOX 25 | |
| World's greatest mass murders | |
| Entertainment for all living observers | |
| You'll probably watch it while you're eating some burgers | |
| Go ahead and gobble the lies - here's the fries! | |
| The TV | |
| They said the TV did it | |
| You see me?! | |
| I'm in an easy clinic | |
| They're checking my health, checking my pulse | |
| What's the result? | |
| You've been in a cult with several adults | |
| Oh lord! | |
| What shall I do? | |
| Exorcism! | |
| High priest, unleash three extra rhythms | |
| He's shaking and his cells breaking down | |
| He skipped town | |
| Well, it's a manhunt now | |
| Shots deflected | |
| What the fuck you expected? | |
| Thought that I was that disconnected? | |
| You're dead, kid! | |
| Who shall sustain this reign? | |
| No one! | |
| America is run by the few, the chosen | |
| And what's your name? | |
| "Fair game" | |
| Take aim | |
| You can point at who you'd usually blame | |
| It's a disappearing act but the structure's intact | |
| Breaking your back | |
| Hey, I heard a vertebrae snap! | |
| Got healthcare? - no | |
| Welfare? - maybe...yes | |
| If so, don't move - we could use that flesh | |
| Just a portion from a failed abortion contortion | |
| Mind sterilized | |
| We can't let those thoughts in | |
| Well, the FDA - they're not here today | |
| But the FCC watching what you say | |
| So let's calm down and take everything slow | |
| If you feel that you must lick a shot then BO! | |
| Frustration | |
| Living in a plush nation | |
| Wanna wash the blood off your hands but you can't | |
| It's on too thick - too many trips overseas | |
| To disarm bombs or spread a disease | |
| You got it? | |
| I got it? | |
| Epidemic! | |
| Panic! | |
| Widespread! | |
| Nine dead! | |
| Did we lie down and pull the covers over our heads? | |
| God damn it! | |
| Gobble up the next planet! |
| zuo qu : Haynes, Meline | |
| Go to the beach | |
| And realize that you got a scanline across your tanline | |
| And find microchips in your hands | |
| Fluid in your grands | |
| As a result of somebody else' s plan | |
| That nobody really understands | |
| Even though it spans across lands | |
| African soils, Arabian sands | |
| It' s airborne yet it seeps through dams | |
| A new disease that you caught at Mickey D' s | |
| In your Quarter Pounder with cheese | |
| Ordered with ease | |
| Super size please! | |
| Can you believe | |
| People ain' t even survive through the drive through | |
| And they thought they were live too | |
| Pulling off, pumping Rob Base, stuffing fries in their face | |
| Over a billion served | |
| What they never deserved | |
| So as they drove away they swerved into the curb | |
| With their heads on the steering wheel | |
| Kids blacked out in the back with a fucking Happy Meal | |
| What a crappy deal | |
| But it was only 4. 99 | |
| So there' s more people in line | |
| Yeah, the plan' s running fine | |
| The parking lot is now a burial plot | |
| Where you can park and rot if you can find a spot | |
| Government agents came swooping in | |
| Removing men, women and children from the automobile | |
| What a steal | |
| Now the car' s repossessed and sold at an auction | |
| The people are dead but the money keeps talking | |
| Proceeds go to building bigger bombs and missile launching | |
| The masses respond by just watching | |
| Here comes the shit talking | |
| Did you hear about what went down? | |
| It was plenty live | |
| Catch it tonight on FOX 25 | |
| World' s greatest mass murders | |
| Entertainment for all living observers | |
| You' ll probably watch it while you' re eating some burgers | |
| Go ahead and gobble the lies here' s the fries! | |
| The TV | |
| They said the TV did it | |
| You see me?! | |
| I' m in an easy clinic | |
| They' re checking my health, checking my pulse | |
| What' s the result? | |
| You' ve been in a cult with several adults | |
| Oh lord! | |
| What shall I do? | |
| Exorcism! | |
| High priest, unleash three extra rhythms | |
| He' s shaking and his cells breaking down | |
| He skipped town | |
| Well, it' s a manhunt now | |
| Shots deflected | |
| What the fuck you expected? | |
| Thought that I was that disconnected? | |
| You' re dead, kid! | |
| Who shall sustain this reign? | |
| No one! | |
| America is run by the few, the chosen | |
| And what' s your name? | |
| " Fair game" | |
| Take aim | |
| You can point at who you' d usually blame | |
| It' s a disappearing act but the structure' s intact | |
| Breaking your back | |
| Hey, I heard a vertebrae snap! | |
| Got healthcare? no | |
| Welfare? maybe... yes | |
| If so, don' t move we could use that flesh | |
| Just a portion from a failed abortion contortion | |
| Mind sterilized | |
| We can' t let those thoughts in | |
| Well, the FDA they' re not here today | |
| But the FCC watching what you say | |
| So let' s calm down and take everything slow | |
| If you feel that you must lick a shot then BO! | |
| Frustration | |
| Living in a plush nation | |
| Wanna wash the blood off your hands but you can' t | |
| It' s on too thick too many trips overseas | |
| To disarm bombs or spread a disease | |
| You got it? | |
| I got it? | |
| Epidemic! | |
| Panic! | |
| Widespread! | |
| Nine dead! | |
| Did we lie down and pull the covers over our heads? | |
| God damn it! | |
| Gobble up the next planet! |
| zuò qǔ : Haynes, Meline | |
| Go to the beach | |
| And realize that you got a scanline across your tanline | |
| And find microchips in your hands | |
| Fluid in your grands | |
| As a result of somebody else' s plan | |
| That nobody really understands | |
| Even though it spans across lands | |
| African soils, Arabian sands | |
| It' s airborne yet it seeps through dams | |
| A new disease that you caught at Mickey D' s | |
| In your Quarter Pounder with cheese | |
| Ordered with ease | |
| Super size please! | |
| Can you believe | |
| People ain' t even survive through the drive through | |
| And they thought they were live too | |
| Pulling off, pumping Rob Base, stuffing fries in their face | |
| Over a billion served | |
| What they never deserved | |
| So as they drove away they swerved into the curb | |
| With their heads on the steering wheel | |
| Kids blacked out in the back with a fucking Happy Meal | |
| What a crappy deal | |
| But it was only 4. 99 | |
| So there' s more people in line | |
| Yeah, the plan' s running fine | |
| The parking lot is now a burial plot | |
| Where you can park and rot if you can find a spot | |
| Government agents came swooping in | |
| Removing men, women and children from the automobile | |
| What a steal | |
| Now the car' s repossessed and sold at an auction | |
| The people are dead but the money keeps talking | |
| Proceeds go to building bigger bombs and missile launching | |
| The masses respond by just watching | |
| Here comes the shit talking | |
| Did you hear about what went down? | |
| It was plenty live | |
| Catch it tonight on FOX 25 | |
| World' s greatest mass murders | |
| Entertainment for all living observers | |
| You' ll probably watch it while you' re eating some burgers | |
| Go ahead and gobble the lies here' s the fries! | |
| The TV | |
| They said the TV did it | |
| You see me?! | |
| I' m in an easy clinic | |
| They' re checking my health, checking my pulse | |
| What' s the result? | |
| You' ve been in a cult with several adults | |
| Oh lord! | |
| What shall I do? | |
| Exorcism! | |
| High priest, unleash three extra rhythms | |
| He' s shaking and his cells breaking down | |
| He skipped town | |
| Well, it' s a manhunt now | |
| Shots deflected | |
| What the fuck you expected? | |
| Thought that I was that disconnected? | |
| You' re dead, kid! | |
| Who shall sustain this reign? | |
| No one! | |
| America is run by the few, the chosen | |
| And what' s your name? | |
| " Fair game" | |
| Take aim | |
| You can point at who you' d usually blame | |
| It' s a disappearing act but the structure' s intact | |
| Breaking your back | |
| Hey, I heard a vertebrae snap! | |
| Got healthcare? no | |
| Welfare? maybe... yes | |
| If so, don' t move we could use that flesh | |
| Just a portion from a failed abortion contortion | |
| Mind sterilized | |
| We can' t let those thoughts in | |
| Well, the FDA they' re not here today | |
| But the FCC watching what you say | |
| So let' s calm down and take everything slow | |
| If you feel that you must lick a shot then BO! | |
| Frustration | |
| Living in a plush nation | |
| Wanna wash the blood off your hands but you can' t | |
| It' s on too thick too many trips overseas | |
| To disarm bombs or spread a disease | |
| You got it? | |
| I got it? | |
| Epidemic! | |
| Panic! | |
| Widespread! | |
| Nine dead! | |
| Did we lie down and pull the covers over our heads? | |
| God damn it! | |
| Gobble up the next planet! |
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