Текст песни
That wasn't even funny
That wasn't even close to funny
BLAQKNOIZ!
Rot in Green!
Marching on the capitol, or Capital One?
Ides of March don't seem to happen just to dampen the fund
On the gauge, they lazy-tapping, as we getting overrun
Must we praise the lower taxes? Or raise a couple guns?
Show the masses to the door, the fastest get by clean
So they limit interactions with the average they don't see
Out the grave, anarcho-fascists getting paid to make-believe
Like economies divine, and they can sift 'em through the T
(Pssssh) I don't believe it
I'm not a greedy motherfucker, I don't hoard if I don't need it
I was dealt the lowest seeding, and I'm coming for the ceiling
Thought I used to be a problem? You really should have weeded
(Dumbass) Not to antagonize
But these shitty circumstances don't give to "read between the lines"
All these selfish fancy-pantses don't give to charity
They just give to churches, funding surges of vulgarity
There ain't no parity, nothing's working fair, it seems
The bulging bellies of the bourgeoisie bursting at the seams
You should know by not that fuel can't melt the beams
But it can make 'em bend, losing structural integrity
Rot in Green
Rot in Green
Rot in
Rot in
Nostrum Gross, that rotten green
Bled more blues in blobs of bleeps
Spent in spit, you spoke to fiends
I'd dismiss like I ain't seen
Where I've been no, where I leave
Money ain't bliss, no, it's your disease
Funny, ain't this, your whole life to lead?
So maybe be pleased with the finer things
Nostrum Gross, that rotten green
Bled more blues in blobs of bleeps
Spent in spit, you spoke to fiends
I'd dismiss like I ain't seen
Where I've been no, where I leave
Money ain't bliss, no, it's your disease
Funny, ain't this, your whole life to lead?
So maybe be pleased with the finer things