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david costa - wars and rumors of wars lyrics

[verse 1]
if you got a dollar in your pocket hold it up like this
next year that dollar’s worth 89 cents
and the test here is how to make your bank account stretch
to the best of your ability your reality depressed
by half almost anyone could do the math
thats why you see the market about to crash
ask what is going on i’m not a terrorist
just because i talk about the way things are unfair i guess
lets dig a litte deeper while we can
demand can not exceed the supply that they have
and the market has an invisible hand
but its not your toy to play with understand
they created this, so that only a few are rich
and the rest of us slave for wages that get taxed with inflation
its outrageous, but most the people blind are blinded on how they cage us
oh, if only i was rich and f-cking famous

[hook]
then i would pull a dollar out my pocket hold it up like this
burn it to crisp cause it ain’t worth sh-t
if you got a dollar in your pocket
hold it up like this
burn it to a crisp burn it to a crisp

[verse 2: chris figgy]
i’m sick of death
i mean we’re really sick to death
we dont respond or respect the person that represents
our best intrest and intellect yet instead
we pick someone trying to collect more intrest off of our debt
so what you get is what you expect from sleeping people
its leading evil into our homes make our prophecies reveal its closing doors
making our love considered something that is concealed
the taste is bitter but im still ready to re-steal
and rebuild our free will and i will promise
always to protect to my dying breath
cause i’m a beast from the neglect i have recieved
woken up into this bad dream
so now i’m stuck battling people that can’t see
the seed that brought me my instincts, that put me back on my feet
alone with this weed and microphone as a link
to ink together the gaps between the destine to be’s
that were once awake but fell back asleep

[hook]

[verse 3]
i’m sick and tired, of being tired of be sick of this
the world i’m living in is so much sicker than syphilis
if the significance of the these particular incidents
indicates where we’re headed possibilities are infinite
and if it gets any deeper than wars and rumors of wars
and ends up definite developments after this could get hazardous
to h-ll with it, we’re living in times that have been predicted
freedoms have been restricted, and privileges have been lifted
we shifted from where we were but he sifted through every word
? what he said but ain’t very sure
could it be powers and princ-p-lities that we’re battling
since reality shows how our towers are shattering
shouldn’t we be practicing what we’ve been preaching
instead of going from freedom to fascism so easily
seeing society sink slowly is so sad
reading the lies they feed me only just shows that
we’re being lied to an ignorant generation
raised by an ignorant generation ?
for ventilation remove your lungs after penetration

- david costa lyrics

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