Paroles Bush de Leif Kolt

Textes et Paroles de Bush

I watched high-rise infastructures collapse, cowboy hats retaliate and bust caps. Keep me safe where the warheads are at, always haunting but never really launching. And the cage bird sings her songs. Wishing for the moment when our hatred is gone.
But we've gone offline, looking for shiney metal quarter that will buy us more time.
And we say that we don't when he comes through, hunting terrorists, he could be hunting you.
Red, white, and blue wrapped around our necks, your right hands grinding stones, while your left hands writing checks.

And we don't wear bling, we only disappear into the darkness when our fear becomes king. Waving scepters at our broken rings, stealing our beats from the tops of mountain peaks. Raise your wings if you feel like broken eagles. Gliding in the world suspended by evil, loosing hope because the powerful people are making us extinct by controlling how we think.

I'm disillusioned at the world and the way we exist, in the violent state of mind that is venomous. Snake bite politics enemate from our leaders lips through chiped teeth
Ushering us off to sleep.
And they got deep pockets where they quietly keep, poisonous chocolate, for the hungry children to eat.
And they charge us all through the winter when we need heat, if we're freezing, or barely breathing. If your wallet is empty or bleeding. If your writing a check or just reading. A leader breeding an economy in which a dollar bill is obsolete and our heart stops beating.

Yo!
I want to be on MTV.
I want an empty head and want to drive an SUV.
I want whatever my goverment sells me, living all the lies that the powerful tell me.
Yo!
I want to loose some weight. Because the morbidly obese people will never date, and if I don't breed there won't be and soldiers to fly accross the sea and take your country over!

Sorry Iraq.

Lady libery is rusting on our doorstep with a pair of rusty forceps in the cookie jar. She worships movie stars and the lives that they live from a far away place where the gold rush is. Raining bullet shells into the mouths of little kids from a semi-automatic view of what life is.
That big green bitch has become a concubine to the cronies in our goverment with economic ties.
I'll look an elephant square in the eyes.
I'll beat a donkey with a switch till it dies.
And let the resurected ashes in the dust start to rise. The meanest phoenix.

And it comes as no supprise that I'm angry, and paranoid that my country can constrain me. The goverments idea of what is living safely, is making sure that the population ain't free. Ain't ain't a word so ain't gonna use it, polititcians in the white house acting stupid. Living like a red paint brush on a blue print, benefiting us like some shit in the shoe print.
I'll rock a vote if it means bye George. Go back to Texas and watch out for the door. Your turned the oval office into a whore and sold the souls of soldiers just to fight an oil war. You run a country like a pervert watches porn, lookin to fuck when our flag gets torn. I'll tell the world through a huge bull-horn that your leading us to danger while declairing world war.

Yo!
I want to be on MTV.
I want an empty head and want to drive an SUV.
I want whatever my goverment sells me, living all the lies that the powerful tell me.
Yo!
I want to loose some weight. Because the morbidly obese people will never date, and if I don't breed there won't be and soldiers to fly accross the sea and take your country over!

Sorry Iraq.

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