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farm fresh - space pt. 5 lyrics

[verse one: mcenroe]
it’s all true, everything on the network
call you as a source to confirm
fall through, the cracks to forget you
who knew, the truth was a worm
and it’s out there, about face, att-tude straight lace
fast pace, fear that results in a rat race
we need sp-ce
we need to reboot
we need to breath
or even see to
an att-tude not about a house and a guest pool
a system that doesn’t keep electing a fool
i’m suspecting a stool as i smell a dirty rat
i’m running out of fuel, few have even heard of that
your tires go flat, can’t start the suv
thank me, send blame to kathy lee
in the form of poison arrows
who burnt a thousand barrels
from the house in the hill to sing you christmas carols
in a bare old studio
hair all pretty though
enough surgery, we’re immune to growing old
we need sp-ce
need to grow up
at this pace
sure to blow up
not the nice way with [?]
lack of sight, head lice and disease
finally, brought twice to his knees
take his wife then thieve as they please
when the underworld rises to claim what’s art
when the ground shuts down and it’s so d-mn cold
when the credit card companies finally fold
when the crops call it quits and the panic takes hold
when civilization breaks the mold
when living to 30 makes you old
we’ll need sp-ce
sp-ce

[verse two: pip skid]
you might as well say goodnight to your life
like you had gone and f-cked with suge knight’s wife
the light’s right
at the perfect setting
live so high like we can land in the netting
wetting and sh-tting the bed
sleeping
the problem’s us, it’s the company we’re keeping
it’s what we’re eating
our brain’s filthy
we take sunday off to feel guilty
to feel fear
but it’s all here
looking at the sky hoping jesus will appear
with a tear
and gas leave a terrible taste
and the bomb shelter’s an unbearable sp-ce
we need sp-ce!
quit crowding me
the unibomber, you would be proud of me
people running, screaming, fleeing their home
seeing flesh dripping off the bone
kicked off the throne, no political advisers
the cops all pop tranquilizers
geysers and hurricanes it gets worse
ain’t no superman to fly the earth in reverse
i need sp-ce!
aaaaah that’s what i’m seeking out
all these people are freaking me out
my gun a must with my back to the wall
i don’t trust anybody, family and all
on my feet, i don’t crawl
i need sp-ce!
ain’t no more surgeons to fix your face
freeze dry my corpse and send it to sp-ce
we’re so close to the end of the race
sp-ce

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