| Strange fruit I roll up in my ford taurus
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| Emissions I wont pass like Gandalf at Moria
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| Way out of order
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| Sedan with four doors
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| Pull out garage and lost side view mirror
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| My credit card final fantasy breaks the limit
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| I just paid just brakes to break my lemon
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| Wont make enough juice for my pessimism
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| So I’m not for given 'till my debts forgiven
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| Skim off the top
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| Convertible roofs
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| Thinking spanish
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| Green sounds like the truth
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| Got it on lock jaw to the tip o' the tooth
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| Way I floss no dental insurance to boot
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| But my chain hangs low, I could double dutch
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| Keep my eyes to the floor so don’t stumble much
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| I shine at night from all the carrots
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| 'Cause it’s not who you are but who you’re wearing
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| Stay sportin lashes from the old massa’s
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| Clasps on the neck says
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| 'Property of the masses'
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| And whats under the chassis
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| The block is gentrified while the governor’s classic
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| Don’t know who the boss is do I hold the power
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| Or am I powered like horses
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| Whip is blowin' out my back like I’m exhaust-ed
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| Pipes blowin' more fire than pentecost
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| Who killed o?
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| Why and what’s the reason for?
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| Who starts homicidal wars?
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| Rich man poor man either or?
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| Who shows us what we knead?
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| Who’s got the bread for the luxuries?
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| Who told us it’s ingrained?
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| We who hold these whips and chains
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| If there’s no lock who needs a key?
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| When did we stop being free?
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| I see things vis a vis a sea change
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| Full fathom five people became remains deep beneath chains
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| We pay into easing these pains
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| 'Cause the history is difficult
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| Wish the results could be flipped like reciprocals
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| Allow me to renumerate aloud the typical rude awakenings of the drowsy consumer
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| base
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| Bass boom will make the crowd sing and syncopate with the views that they’re
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| espousing
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| Synchronize to the stupid take a thousand
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| Sinning like every excuse they make is valid
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| Simon Williams I Wonder Man
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| Just how did our oil get under their sand?
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| And how did our homes get onto their land?
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| And how did our foes get guns in their hands?
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| Conflict diamonds
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| Child labor tennis shoes
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| Genocide energy
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| Gentrified gin and juice
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| Slave trade banks
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| Rape-based internet movies
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| What’s a simple straight-laced human to do
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| With a strange fate twist and fame
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| Except talk shit and name off a list of gains
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| But do you realize I’d find my lips in flames
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| If I tried to take pride in these whips and chains
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| Who holds these
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| Who holds these
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| Who holds these traps and circuses
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| We want it
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| They own it
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| So we’re going half-berserk for it
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| Let’s take it
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| Let’s take it
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| Let’s take it back before cassettes
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| Pepsi cans and packs of percocet
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| 1910 all the factory workers said
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| Yes we can demand a weekend
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| If we can get the man to weaken
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| So if you’re ready than send a beacon
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| To be continued and to begin
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| We can’t be content to steep in the anaesthesia
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| Invisible hands of phantoms depend on
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| Ya fantasies have been poisoned
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| But we’ve got the panacea! |