| Welcome to my Makeshift Kingdom
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| Spaceship engines
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| Inca, Maya
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| Lakota, Tsimshian
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| Africa risin
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| Middle East churning
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| We don’t give a fuck, let the griddle keep burning
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| Truth be told we nuclear souls
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| Indigo, in the cold, new to these zones
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| Carbon based body make a suitable home
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| My temporary temple, I’m soon to be gone
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| Fly, pelican fly to the moon
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| Jupiter, Lucifer, high from the shroom
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| Underworld chilling with Osiris and gloom
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| You in the jungle running like Elijah’s platoon
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| Watch us rise from the tomb
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| Crystaline dreams civilized the baboon
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| You liars are doomed
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| I’m standing in the fire screaming I am the truth, let’s go
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| Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
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| Welcome to my Makeshift Kingdom
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| Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
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| Welcome to my Makeshift Kingdom
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| Everything that was
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| Everything that is
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| Everything that will be, everything is this
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| Welcome to my Makeshift
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| Welcome to my Makeshift
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| Welcome to my Makeshift Kingdom
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| None of it even matters
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| Cause we ain’t even matter
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| We taking it making it
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| Just from repeating patterns
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| Reenactments
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| Trying to see some truth
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| But it’s buried far deeper than we can reach and path this
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| The same fabric of space we inhabit where we imagine these elaborate dreams
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| And haven’t even ever seen
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| A fraction
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| Of what we really are
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| It’s silly all we care about is cash and
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| Other such attachments
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| Keeping our minds absent
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| And inactive
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| Trapped in the same place we have been for so long
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| Confusing territories with the maps in our minds
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| Too distracted to find where the path is
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| Blind to the vastness
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| Trying to move forward just inclined to go backwards
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| Time just elapses
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| Searching for the side where the grass is
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| Greener 'til we leave our bodies lying in a casket
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| Whatever happens, happens
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| Whatever doesn’t, doesn’t
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| I guess it is what it is, what it was wasn’t
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| What I thought it was, it wasn’t what I thought it wasn’t
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| What I thought it was, it wasn’t what I thought it wasn’t
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| Whatever happens, happens
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| Whatever doesn’t, doesn’t
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| I guess it is what it is, what it was wasn’t
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| What I thought it was, it wasn’t what I thought it wasn’t
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| Welcome to my Makeshift Kingdom |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Makeshift Kingdom , by - Sweatshop Union. Song from the album The Bill Murray, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп