Lyrics Pro-test - Skinny Puppy

Pro-test

Hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing
Where within the space can anything feel certain?
Look into the future make out the word speak
Send in the spies to watch them
Creepy are the people unable to do something
Sitting on an armchair fenced in their creation
Look up to be there, anywhere is somewhere
Itchy past scratch the itch
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
Feel about a nation
So precious is the freedom
Carousel the brass ring
Reach into a black mass
So it’s corroded
So it’s polluted
We all want some of it
Maybe all the people now left without no loving
Where with all the strength gone better see it coming
Get off the fence trip
Rip up the garbage
Make it up to the Earth, bitch
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
Be a politician
Eroding all your freedoms
Down the rabbit hole cracks
Money markets fall
Through a looking glass
Time becomes too fast
All to benefit the rich
So keep eating from the apple
Inches from the center
Shaken to the core
Until it doesn’t matter
No one to turn to
Nowhere to run to
Better the bomb to blow it
(Hit me)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
(Hit me! Hit me!)
(In the streets)
Hit me in the streets
Hold it!
Now just hold it right there!
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