Stuffs his mouth full with the money that he makes. The size of his cheeks reflected in the laws he creates. Walks through a city he thinks he knows. But he can’t no he can’t understand why his daughter thinks there’s something wrong with being fourteen years old. And the truth is suffering, so let’s try to say something.
Something you can hold, Something you control, Something we can grow.
TV is his tool its his tool to get his needs. By playing on your fears he plays upon your sensitivity. But I don’t need no fucking hero. So get back, get back, back to your scene if it was up to me I’d be digging all of us one big fucking hole, Because the truth is suffering. So let’s try to say something.
Something you can hold, Something you control, Something we can grow.
Stuffs his mouth full with the money that he makes. The size of his cheeks reflected in the laws he creates. But I don’t need no fucking hero. So get back, get back, back to your scene if it was up to me I’d be digging all of us one big fucking hole, Because the truth is suffering. So let’s try to say something.
Something you can hold, Something you control, Something we can grow.
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