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Until The Ribbon Breaks - Revolution Indifference Lyrics




I got this new game, I call it Kurt
Escape from New York, meet me in the dirt
I mean no harm, maybe just a little
These are the end of times, meet me in the middle
Politics, we never vote
Cause you won't hang yourself if you don't choose a rope, no
We're just a silhouette, just some hired hands
If money talks then I don't understand

You know it, she knows it
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times

Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, do it like a winner (winner)
The church steals, rapes, kills and they call you a sinner (sinner)
Set fire to 'em, I'm finna
Attack 'em like a dog off the leash in a kennel
Fight for the people forever
Will it ever change? No, never
The Devil got control of the winner

Winner makes waves, be the winner, make bubbles, they love it
Chuckle out loud when their voice gets smothered
Get with big clips and full leaf dusters
Bust into class and the mass start busting
Guns in our clutches can't be trusted
The war machine will remain uninterrupted
Man'll go nuts trying to tackle the subject
Clutch to the drugs like the hand from a mother

You know it, she knows it
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times

I wrote a song for the party, but I got the words wrong
It was the end of the world, it was a birthday song
So come, pick a tune, sing along, sing along

You know it, she knows it
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times
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English

I got this new game, I call it Kurt
Escape from New York, meet me in the dirt
I mean no harm, maybe just a little
These are the end of times, meet me in the middle
Politics, we never vote
Cause you won't hang yourself if you don't choose a rope, no
We're just a silhouette, just some hired hands
If money talks then I don't understand

You know it, she knows it
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times

Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, do it like a winner (winner)
The church steals, rapes, kills and they call you a sinner (sinner)
Set fire to 'em, I'm finna
Attack 'em like a dog off the leash in a kennel
Fight for the people forever
Will it ever change? No, never
The Devil got control of the winner

Winner makes waves, be the winner, make bubbles, they love it
Chuckle out loud when their voice gets smothered
Get with big clips and full leaf dusters
Bust into class and the mass start busting
Guns in our clutches can't be trusted
The war machine will remain uninterrupted
Man'll go nuts trying to tackle the subject
Clutch to the drugs like the hand from a mother

You know it, she knows it
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times

I wrote a song for the party, but I got the words wrong
It was the end of the world, it was a birthday song
So come, pick a tune, sing along, sing along

You know it, she knows it
We're running in the sweet sunshine
We know it, he knows it
Baby, it's the end of times
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Writer: JAIME MELINE, JAMES GORDON, MICHAEL RENDER, PETER LAWRIE WINFIELD
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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