I envision turbulence and murder since it's an everyday occurrence
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It's 3030, yo, I get my hands dirty
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They think they the pure breed, medically insured weed
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Fuck the system, non-conformist humans
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Walk around because of their ordinance, just ornaments
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Super-thugs use computer bugs, all ignoramuses
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Reduced to savage half-beasts off a crack piece
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Not me, I'm shit-faced, which way but loose
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In a hovercraft, not no bubble-bath, turbo-boost
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Fuck Earth, I want to live on Mars so I'm closer to the stars
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And farther away from dumb civilization with no mental stimulation
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They changed the constitution for your red white and blue friends
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Exterminate nuisance, no one listens to what you said
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The online is touching your head
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With brainwashing, with propaganda about your fearless leader
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Who got two hundred bodyguards so you can't touch him either
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Bodies disappear, obviously of fear
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Lobbyists can't get near shit
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Everybody's spirits are under control
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Computers run with the soul
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Elitists defeat us, they live by the beaches
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Bubbledome over the hemisphere, so you can't enter here
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We live in the dumps with mutant rodents
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With blood red eyes, saliva drips for opponents
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Scratch your ID chip off cuz everybody own it
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I envision turbulence and murder since it's an everyday occurrence (3x)
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They only teach high-tech in private portables
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That float above commoners, they'd soon as bomb it first
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Advanced safety features, from contact with creatures
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Who either slave their lives away in outdated factories
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Or may be bounty hunters in a land of apathy
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I'm Butch Cassidy, style wild, uncontained
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I steal computer disk files, drink water from drains
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Metal detectors check ya, with reflectors in every sector
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While I drink electric nectar
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No one believes inspectors and spooks
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They just lecture the youth about having respect and couth
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Toward the US, and you guessed it
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The rest get imprisoned or incisions in their medulla
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No president, we have a ruler
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"You are to be inside by 9 o'clock or we will shoot ya"
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Missile launchers haunt ya in your nightmares
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It ain't quite fair, little tykes ain't prepared
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They've got your wife naked bare in the subway
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For some thug play, neo-punks with cerebral pumps
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For enhanced recognition of politicians and witches
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Senior citizens are disposed against their wishes
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Aliens landed and said our planet wasn't worth invadin
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Cuz all the natural resources are fadin
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I envision turbulence and murder since it's an everyday occurrence (3x)
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Turbulence (remix)
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| Del The Funky Homosapien |
