Lyrics Wanted to Cooperate - McEnroe, Birdapres

Wanted to Cooperate

Battle the beast’s brain addled by Strata-East
Wanted to cooperate, had to compete
They forced my hand, why you hitting yourself?
Hidden for years now you’re admitting your wealth?
I plan to amass cash like a miser
Where the world goes round is none the wiser
One of my many love’s loves to hate me
We don’t kiss no more yet she continues to date me
I cram to get it, can’t handle women
Turned to cheap drugs and vandalism
When the revolution comes I’ll grow my hair out
Bust shots through your goose, let the air out
Spirits at war, did you hear it before?
The godliest tomb clearing the floor
They want to dance to death and disaster
Master your high till they sweat on the plaster
The sickest witness, innocent bystander
Witless, gutless, toughness bypasser
Cars smashed in, ground to dust
'Fore most of y’all ever get round to us
The radio dial don’t go that far left
The concept of public access, far fetched
I’m the fuel for the fire that kills me
Look into the flames and amazed to still see
I’ll be a witness when the clock stops ticking
And the well runs dry and the baby stops kicking
And it may be soon that the worker stops picking
That cotton in return for the pain inflicted
You laughed all day, you called him a «dumb jock»
Now he’s the man who checks your punched clock
You changed and learned to love the taste
Of the blood in your mouth when you’re kicked in the face
My DJ cuts like a master physician
I’m the bastard corruption of an African rhythm
But I hold these drums like they contain oil
In the part of the desert that makes your brain boil
Western way run thick, the gunslinger
Out here everything is done bigger
Art is the landscape, can’t you see now?
The reason we had to cut these trees down
Rob a barren, subjugate and stack cash
'Til my soul found tune in the grooves of black jazz
The key of life
The freedom of jet streams
The fallen and dead leaves onto the next scene
A tendency to ignore the faceless
Dependency on the poor and tasteless
Basic forms conform to shapesless
Encased in the warmth of four track tape discs
I have a, fascination with abandoned gas stations
That scar the landscape and litter the nation
A monument to modern transportation
That’s ever less efficient for the me generation
You seem free now you’re caught in the talon
Of security fees and miles to the gallon
Well would ever want to live in a small town
We’ll start from scratch and burn it all down
Keep the speakers large and the playlist current
Make the walls thick and equipped with turrets
The best defense is a good offense
Simple way to win the public over with nonsense
Could be you unless you do nothing
Except be counted in approval ratings
I’m confounded, would you mind explaining
What two men on the same side are debating?
The negative Utopia described in my story… man will be subordinated to his own
.
Desire, technology, social organization… these things will cease to serve
man.
They have become his master.
A quarter of a century has past since the
book was published.
In that time… our world has taken so many steps in the
wrong direction, that if I were writing today, I would date my story not 600
years into the future, but at the most, two hundred
Wanted to cooperate