Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neurotic Society, artist - Ms. Lauryn Hill. Date of issue: 02.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neurotic Society |
| We’re living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time |
| Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man |
| …old world brutality |
| Cold world kills softly, whole world runs savagely |
| Reading into prior things, program TV screens |
| Quick scam and drag queens, real likely to blast fiends |
| Think twice and past dreams, crime if you ask clean |
| Quick fast, the poison has entered the blood stream |
| Psychological master, consequences of tragedy |
| Mythological characters, men and women is parody |
| Superficial vanity, borderline insanity |
| Out of order humanity, crime committed so passively |
| Desperados and casualties, corporations want batteries |
| Explanations of strategies, domination and mastery |
| …bankrupt, grown people so corrupt |
| Light swords and yellow men… popularity |
| Culture so independent, vultures scavenge reality |
| Past feeling depravity to kings social cavity |
| Prey on human ignorance, popular immorality |
| Sympathy disease head, population misled |
| Self indulgent past dead, absence of the God head |
| Pimps, pushers and… |
| Nepotism, no artistery |
| …and privacy |
| Desperation, dishonesty |
| Physicist is your policy, more money, less equality |
| Inflated global ego, imitating reality |
| Fuel cycle pharaoh, poisonous poison arrows |
| Hypocritics on salary, idle hands that was agency |
| Predisposed to complacency, jealousy, audacity |
| Contagious social gluttony, stages of mass belignency |
| Effort to make conception, generation in atrophy |
| Glam life in debt, scam life in editors |
| Byproducts of neglect children hiding from crediters |
| Absence of self respect, fully scared of competitors |
| Lifestyle of luxury at someone’s expense |
| Sensitive children, used up and sacrificed |
| Blind to the consequence, smoked up on dope pipes |
| Ecstasy, fast life, recklessly past life |
| Narcotics and cash fight, just neurotic society |
| Benefactors turned actors, addictions triple captors |
| Experience manufactures just neurotic toxic society |
| It’s like post-war, they looking for the commenters or who the marxs is Ten thousand pictures on Facebook, it’s like the pot callin' the kettle |
| narcissist |
| Come on really, sayin' it’s the devil, but you’re the chief arsonist |
| Hypocrites can’t even see their own part in it No reflection, vampire paradigm |
| No introspection, break down |
| Three months before pure obsession, picture can’t take down |
| Children, this a shake down, they just lookin' for a sacrifice |
| They been doin' this since before Bobby Darin sang Mack the Knife |
| Before James Dean’s car did a jack knife |
| …because they lack life or lack guts |
| Never confuse the head with the butt |
| Opinions are like assholes and most of ‘em stink |
| I was told by a woman, so rethink, don’t ever let them ever lead you to drink |
| Leave you to doubt, lead you to fall |
| Get up, stand us, pass Lucifer out |
| Shake it up baby, watch them twist it and shout |
| Insecure assholes lookin' for a ticket |
| To ride on somebody like the picket, it’s fuckin' wicked, shame on ‘em |
| This neurotic toxic society |
| Sick cycle psychology in desperate need of psychiatry |
| Exorcism, sobriety, forcin' social lobotomies |
| People stuck in dichotomies, pseudo-sicko anxieties |
| Serial criminals dressed in variety |
| Social transvestisms, subliminal dressed up as piety |
| Transforms projections like Cartesian images |
| Robbing innocence, stealing inheritance |
| Quiet victims with no defense portrayed over dollars and cents |
| Maladjusted ignorant malediction and dissonance |
| Too much addiction, no consciousness |
| Don’t trust it, this cosmology is busted |
| Broken returns to the dusted, stems of corruption |
| Oppression, deceit, abuse and repeat |
| They don’t feel complete unless they’re robbin' the sheep |
| Man is not a product if you call it that then stop it In this neurotic godless society |