Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Squeeze, artist - Street Sweeper Social Club. Album song Street Sweeper Social Club, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 02.08.2009
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
The Squeeze |
This brick |
Which is gripped by my fingers |
Which shoot out from my hand |
Which is fastened to my arm |
That meets up with my shoulder |
That sits well below my head |
That surrounds my brain |
Which is tied up with thoughts of resent- |
Ment, fear, and loathing |
Because of your using me in your road to |
Wealth and power |
Will crash through your picture window |
And kill you |
We gon put you in the squeeze |
We gon put you in the squeeze |
The city is a planet of glass and granite |
And it’s ran by some masters of mack |
Mechanics |
We got schools where the facts are |
Banished |
We got scams where your stocks’ll vanish |
And the hospitals is gon cost you racks |
So panic |
All the gangsters throw your triggers up |
All the stoners throw your flickers up |
All the drunks throw your liquor up |
All the bank tellers stick em up |
Teach them babies how to grip a buck |
When this hits the streets it’s |
Thunder with thesis |
We’ll show where the beast is |
Make sure it decreases |
They smolder with speeches |
We shoulder the leeches |
Call off them polices |
This ain’t where the thief is |
Janitors |
Work all night like Dracula |
Burger flippers grab your spatulas |
Managers |
Get your Acuras |
Big bosses guard your sack because |
We’ll put it in the squeeze |
Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze |
Squ-squ-squ-squ |
We gon put you in the squeeze |
Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze |
We gon put you in the |
We gon put you in the |
World poverty has just gone platinum |
Unemployment checks |
Need to come with a gat in em |
Chains and leather whips |
Slave masters still crackin em |
This is where I’m scattin from |
Listen to the battle drum |
We all got our shackles on |
Ladies shoot your deuce-deuces |
Bankers tip your masseuses |
Wardens tighten up your nooses |
Muthafuckas make noise if you bought |
Your clothes boosted |
The earth is composed of space and |
Atoms |
And controlled by some pimps |
Without Stacy Adams |
But one day they’re gon taste the cannon |
When the people rise up |
And make them muthafuckas face the dragon |
Mercenaries show your paychecks |
Homeless folks show your blankets |
Rich folks throw your banquets |
Tell officials what to say next |
Cuz they won’t be at ease |
When we put em in the squeeze |
Squ-squ-squ-squ |
We gon put you in the squeeze |
Squ-squ-squ-squ |
We gon put you in the squeeze |
Squ-squ-squ-squ |
We gon put you in the squeeze |
Cuz they vote with their guns |
Cuz they vote with their guns |
Cuz they vote with their guns |
Cuz they vote with their guns |
Cuz they vote with their guns |
Cuz they vote with their guns |
Cuz they vote with their guns |
You know they vote with their guns |