| well look whose looking out the circus crowd
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| with a whole crowd of clowns to tear it all down
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| pound for pound i will tip the scales
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| spit til the frail (?) think I’m sick as hell
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| well im sorry for the minor confussion
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| meditive merchant of the sweatshop union
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| and if using my head mean losing respect
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| I chose what I like to prove i object
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| welcome seldom seen but heard
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| above the mainstream on a leaf observer
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| I can see the earth as an innocent bystander
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| and eat the worms that are giving our minds cancer
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| my answer is to stay out of the water
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| and climb faster to escape out of the monitors reach
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| think I’d let the beast ever defeat
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| a frog like me, not likely
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| Aw here it comes right the drums like waves
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| escape the race to be a sweatshop slave
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| Try to be brave in a field that hasnt been grazed
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| after that im going back and hitting the hay
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| Dig my own grave to sleep through the day
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| way out of sight now its my time to play
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| though I paved the path im last to be amazed
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| better pack up or break go back and pass away
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| But if I wasnt in your stereo I’d shake your hands
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| and a mass’d see the greetings of a drum program (?)
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| I understand you must rebel in a race against the clock
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| we’re all underpayed slaves livin in a sweatshop
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| seek with eyes reject lies and ask why
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| like the minds of the children go creative and watch
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| as the subtle lies of the dicks and dimes (?)
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| give the truth to the people thats a 1.5
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| Hot outside a sweatshop
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| sippin on a soda pop
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| sodalicious bitches stop
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| hoping they can hold a cock (?)
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| Visions of a 5 oclock
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| table everybody drop
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| droppin down my lovers top
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| shiney singin numbers rock (?)
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| Wax from the candle drop
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| hold my babies boobs bra (?!)
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| babies from the jiz god
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| got it from my Ma and Pop
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| shoot it like a super cop
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| follow with a photo drop
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| dreamin at the worst spot
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| waiting for the bird (?) to stop
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| I gotta be the bigger man now walk tough stand proud
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| chest out back straight heads up stand out
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| enough of this sad round of government hand outs
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| I’ll do a free show cuz i love it when fans shout
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| dance now clap now drink eat sleep shit
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| act out and how think deep beat this
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| beef kip, Dusty M, Metty’n me (?)
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| sweatshop red hot we ready to leave
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| sweatshop is the name
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| to take you outs why we came
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| this is our point of view
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| we just might point at you (x2) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Union Dues , by - Sweatshop Union. Song from the album Local 604, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп