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casper allen - the confused pretender (it's alright ma, i'm only dealing) lyrics

[spoken intro]
the confused pretender

[verse 1]
well, the confused pretender and the money lender
went out ridin’ to the valley below
in an automobile to politely conceal
all the contraband that they had in tow
well, the speakers were buzzin’ and adrenaline pumpin’
as they passed through the angelean glow
well, the highway was hummin’, for many oncomin’
in search of a fabled night show
there were many people gathered
when they reached their destination
with paper waved to pay them for the price of inspiration
customers of aged concerned with cyclin’ inflation
made ‘em settle down with promises of next weeks product placement
so beloved by the boulevard they bounced from block to block
blowin’ kisses to the betty’s, shoutin’ curses at the cops
princes of the pavement, that elatin’ sense of stock
worth determined by emergin’ wads of paper in their socks
close encounters with the badges down in exposition park
sent ‘em south on figueroa through the cyclones in the dark
emergin’ from the shadows of the corners law forgot
with vivid pictures of potential, pullin’ stomachs into knots
and the pretender to himself, he thought
[chorus]
he said, these streets are mean for waitin’
oh, the alleyway is full of smoke
every step you take, there’s a landmine
every dollar that you spend, buys a little more rope
is there a law to follow, it is not bankrupt
where is the standard here resemblin’ gold
mama’s checks ain’t comin’ ’til september
and summertime’s a long way to go

[verse 2]
so with pockets full of profit, they went to see the prophet
in his castle made of plastic bags and purple coloured coffins
there were brothers there to greet them, sirens to seduce them
poison to pollute them, oh so many things to choose from
well, the junkie in chief invited them to have a seat
and offered them a bottle of the finest pain relief
they gladly partook and opened their books
to give him what was rightfully his
well, he collected his tax and filled their packs
with capital to continue their climb with
they returned to the car, permanently scarred
by this glimpse of how easy it can be
and the pretender to himself, he thought
how easy the junkie had it got
it all became clear how the cycle of years
can make a man or a woman to rot
[chorus]
he said, these streets are mean for waitin’
oh, the alleyway is full of smoke
every step you take, there’s a landmine
every dollar that you spend, buys a little more rope
is there a law to follow, it is not bankrupt
where is the standard here resemblin’ gold
mama’s checks ain’t comin’ ’til september
and summertime’s a long way to go

- casper allen lyrics

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