| Eternal flame above my headstones
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| The set that I claim is null
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| X made of bones as revenge for the decaying skull
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| A raging bull 'til I’m paid in full
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| They wanna put my face in her penny then discontinue me, I’m still grateful
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| If we’re not allowed to age gracefully
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| I’m putting it all out on the table, exactly what will you take from me?
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| Choose carefully cause a magical head
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| Has no phanton power source and the battery’s are dead
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| Supposed to keep my head up, at the same time drop my shoulder
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| To plow through the nonsense, since I’ve gotten older
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| I’ve replaced too many parts in this motor
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| Mama said «knock down the house — start over»
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| Sometimes it feels like life is too long, but not forever enough
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| One day you can’t give it away, the next you basically beg for the stuff
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| Medical breakthrough, buy your time, sell it to us
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| For heaven is an electrical pulse, an adrenaline rush
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| The metal will rust, rust never sleeps if it’s death and taxes
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| Get a better conversion rate on cash because the past is a foreign land
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| But futuristic looking doormats
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| Sitting aside of our present home which really isn’t all that
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| So we started taking pictures with vintage filters
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| The village is all starting to shop at Urban Outfits
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| I couldn’t distinguish any specific difference
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| Betwixt small town hicks and big city slickers
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| Homogenous time zone from Westcoast to Eastcoast
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| Now I’m so post-post that I’m pre-post
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| Beat most at their own game
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| I try to eat toast that’s wholegrain
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| And I don’t need to bo-bo-bo-bo-bo to blow brain
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| Make 'em say uncle
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| I don’t give up, I don’t give in
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| What’s with this polluted gene pool that we all swim in?
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| This is 5 foot 10 inches of wishful thinking
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| I never signed a social contract so in fact there’s no rescinding
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| You can kindly cross my name off
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| I’ve been living a double life to work a double shift that never paid off
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| This is the second sunset I’ve seen since take-off
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| If life is a cakewalk I’ll serve you in the bake off
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| Make 'em say uncle, make 'em say uncle
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| Who? |
| Make 'em say uncle — huh
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| Make 'em say uncle — who?
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| Make 'em say uncle, uncle
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| You know what I am
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| Say what, say what?
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| I’m a bad, bad man
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| Make 'em
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| Make 'em say uncle, make 'em say uncle
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| Who? |
| Make 'em say uncle — huh
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| Make 'em say uncle — who?
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| Make 'em say uncle, uncle
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| Drowned by the bloods that’s on their hands
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| Say what, say what?
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| Got damn
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| The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
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| To find agendas that are hidden like pigeon eggs
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| Instead he finds nothing, only ink dipped feathers
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| And a sense perhaps the homie’s homing instincts been severed
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| The coupes been fled to recoup on these boots of lead
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| Can’t hear the primal screams or see through the red
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| I represent the late bloomers with great rumors to spread
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| Our brain is like an inflated tumor in the head
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| Now build a mountain of bills and debt climb it with a velvet rope
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| The creditors can’t find you with a telescope, run tell your folks
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| You love them dearly, but it’s time for the birdie to fly
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| Pack some self-addressed envelopes and kiss the world goodbye
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| You on our own with celestial oats to the sow
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| Extraterrestrial souls in 'em, you’re a homegrown information capsule
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| With increased value the more you travel
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| Don’t let them plant you in the gravel
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| Even shackles have shackles, that’s a shadow reference
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| We like to break the chains of darkness and we ask for seconds
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| It’s the heart of the Oliver Twisted calling on all mystics
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| I don’t advocate the Diablo, Pablo runs the repo men resistance
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| It’s a four decade’s worth of first impressions, youngin
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| Death comes in three’s, you’re soon to see the second coming
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| But dad told me I was destined for something
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| Despite the fact that I felt like less than nothing
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| He said «Fuck 'em, gotta make 'em say uncle»
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| I’m not just an uncle, I’m somewhat poet
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| I’m a dead milk mental
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| An obscure top ten list essential
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| Welcome to the incredible shrinking Indian giving tree
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| Time to return the sap, that shit isn’t free
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| Need to keep my head up, at the same time drop my shoulder
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| To plow through the nonsense, since I’ve gotten older
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| I’ve replaced too many parts in this motor
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| Mama said «knock down the house — start over» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say Uncle, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Copper Gone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп