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savan depaul - pisstopian juke lyrics

[verse 1: benny francis]
they can smell the scent of blood in the air
it’s been spilling in the streets
it’s not the villains that we’re k!lling
split each other down the seams
been divided by extremes
live and die by our beliefs
while them vultures fly in circles
eyes for profit from the scene
no prophets here, just politics
soapboxes and pig parlor tricks
all flash and sleight of hand
to prompt the viewer’s guilt as part of this
or enduce a partisan reaction
the headlines say who is to blame
subtract the views and leave the fractions
them readjust the tilt in frame
the math isn’t hard, the funding is f+cked
funny; we’re counting it quick, but the money’s in flux
shifting accounting to trusts
from corporate coffers and classrooms
to compounding their profits and pounding grassroots to dust

[verse 2: savan depaul]
maybe for a yuppie things are cool
while the rest waddle with our tools
and our leaders all take us for fools
currency means you can bend the rules
upon lucid rhymes i move to find the truth behind the dudes who lie
before they send their units by
gather all your loot and hide
if the masses could be wary of the state’s abject crimes
distract the proletariat with made up headline
whilst their practices are there to sn+tch the cake from breadlines
subdue the insubordinate
it’s ruthless in its performances
the pieces in the box set are crumbled now
endless escher/bach steps we tumble down
referéndums, mob threats, and busting rounds
and they’ll never rest till our destiny’s rubble+bound
[verse 3: benny francis]
where’s our piece of the pie?
call it peace to imbibe
on belief our achievements aren’t just meager asides
meanwhile the elite have us beleagued on all sides
dangle treats so we can’t see the sharpened t++th that they hide

[verse 4: savan depaul]
bend those bars around our people
i’m bending these bars about our people
about the plight of the h0m+ sapiens
at least the ones who struggle

[verse 5: benny francis]
corrupt in their ways
they grew up in the shade
while the sun bore down upon us an eruption of rays
the rupture encased in voluptuous glaze
so we fl+ster in cl+sterf+ck for crust in the maze

[verse 6: savan depaul]
unh, jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
this sh+t’s p+sstopia with no pol pot to p+ss in
i cro+cop the diction, unh
[chorus: savan depaul & benny francis]
jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
(corrupt in their ways)
succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
(they grew up in the shade)
its p+sstopia with no pol pot to p+ss in
(corrupt in their ways)
jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
(they grew up in the shade)
murder reached the gated palaces of opulence
(corrupt in their ways)
succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system
(they grew up in the shade)
its p+sstopia with no pol pot to p+ss in
(corrupt in their ways)
jerked between the razor phalluses of politics
(they grew up in the shade)

[verse 7: savan depaul]
soldier blowing a hole through your dungarees
enemies extolling poland and hungary
bigoted clones ain’t known for their subtlety
hoping there ain’t no skulls for their duggery
on a ten speed i relentlessly ride home
descending in an empty foxhole
protecting all my flesh, these ops roam
professing that the envy rots soul, ayy
professing that the envy rots souls
yeah, ayy, ayy

- savan depaul lyrics

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