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The Gadjits - Talkin' Bout My Demographic lyrics
I only call long distance This town is bad for business Do anything in defense of This declaration of independance I want an army to kill for I want a leader to fight for Something to crystalize Instincts that i should die for Our tounges are cut from our mouths Just as we learn to speak Replaced with sacks of venom Just as we learn to think There are no rhymes anymore There are no voices to say them I want some satisfaction I need some satisfaction I can't no satisfaction Talking bout by demographic Bigger than my swollen heart Beyond my own front yard Empty museum world We only fill shopping carts Twenty thousand lonely leauges Through winding city streets The world is on it's feet Shining like mercury Out loud there is no sound We compose in our heads Try to listen and we Only stop making sense A foreign tounge that they can't participate in |
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