Primitive Radio Gods Motherfucker
When do I get paid for all the money you made
Selling souls on Capitol Hill
Another law's been passed designed to break your ass
And keep the middle class quiet and still
You talk a lot about justice and then go and bust us
Except for a chosen few
I've got a God-given right to smoke whatever I like
The monkey looks back at his foot in the trap
So tell me how it got given to you...Motherfuckers
And it's the boogie man coming for you
He sells you a spade to dig out your own grave
And you can cover yourself when you're through
I'm gonna spell it so there ain't no doubt
I never just "say no" so take your slogans and go
'Cause I'm the one with the other
I'm a bad motherfucker
And my bullet's gonna find you out
On power trips and slaving ships
Four billion people all strung out of their minds
Not seeing that they're blind
One day I'll be in front of you
One day I'll be in front of you
Put up your hands, give me all your money
Don't think, don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you
I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me
Don't blink, don't think, that I can rely on you
That they're selling to the prison cells
Mothers and fathers, it's your sons and daughters
Why so afraid of the flesh you've made
And the lies that the preachers tell
Well I was born to run on the light of the sun
And the smell of the woman's wrist
And the power of the silent truth
I'm out of things to say, so here's a raw display
Four billion people all strung out of their minds
Not seeing that they're blind
On power trips and slaving ships
One day I'll be in front of you
One day I'll be in front of you
Don't think, don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you
I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me
Put up your hands, give me all your money
Don't blink, don't think, that I can rely on you
(guitar solo)
Put up your hands, give me all your money
Don't think, don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you
I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me
Don't blink, don't think, that I can rely on you
Don't think, don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you
Put up your hands, give me all your money
I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me
Don't blink, don't think, that I can rely on you
Put up your hands...Put up your hands...Put up your hands...
Submitted by Michael Hack
