| Today I learned
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| That I wasn’t built for the game
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| That I’d rather play floor gigs for 40 kids
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| Than any fucking festival stage
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| I’m a martyr at most
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| I’m a failure at least
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| In the eyes of history I’ll be no more than a leaf on a tree
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| 3000 years of work surrounding me
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| By forgotten anonymous artists
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| Beauty for bosses
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| Before fame was even a concept
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| Some of them were stoned to death
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| For the way that they expressed
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| Today we’re only stoned by debt and dope
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| And twitter feeds of jokes
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| Hand me that Obama phone
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| Text me love notes
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| Lay my head to rest on a museum bench
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| And hope that they properly mummify me one day
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| So generations can learn from my broken bones
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| Dug from under man made mountains of ATMs and motherboards
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| I am alone
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| Self aware
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| Fat
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| Getting old
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| Capitalism is violence
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| They say it’s all we know
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| I read about a time before prisons existed
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| Heard of an era before banks
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| Before civilians were born victims
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| Dreamt of a place with no cops
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| Where skin color was insignificant
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| Where you could love whoever you wanted
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| Because it’s nobody’s business
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| Fuck a world
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| Where justice is impossible
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| Where governments call cynics hostile
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| And equality is a Utopian concept
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| Fuck a world
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| That forces me to suckle its teat
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| Pay to breath
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| And charges legal fees for a chance to be free
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| If this is free
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| Somebody please beat the life out of me
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| (Just kidding… but seriously)
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| I will die an artist, an artifact, a bad joke
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| From a naive time when human beings still had hope
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| This will sound better when I’m dead (x3)
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| Everything sounds better when you’re dead |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beauty For Bosses , by - Ceschi. Song from the album Broken Bone Ballads, in the genre Альтернатива