[Chorus] Tony fuck with Stan But see Stan he the man Dat boy Stan got guap, he a fool with the yam But see Stan fuck with Tony He don't know that Tony
Tony fuck with Stan but see Stan, he the man Dat boy Stan got guap, he a fool with the yam But see Stan fuck with Tony He don't know that Tony phony And
Traduzione: Schamoni, Rocko. Snakes.
Sittin' Dark Getting taken 'Cause I said Something lewd in a Low down accent Yeah Yeah Yeah Kinda love those eyes I wanna get down honey But
("Clear Thinking in Troubled Times": Winnipeg Free Press, Nov 21st, 1995) "People have the right to the truth. Unvarnished. Even uncomfortable. But never
They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prarire's pulling at the pant-leg of your
"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval and
At some turning point in history, some fuckface recognized that knowledge tends to democratize cultures and societies so the only thing to do was monopolize
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assasinations; hey ignore the
At Harold Edward's Elementary you pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military. In grade 3 I had a written composition about the global threat of communism
i'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song. and bring your stupidest friends along. we wrote this song
I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity". But I consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off by the
Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easier to contain, so the upper-middle class can sleep (or
i'm not going to try to tell you that i'm different from all the rest. i've been subject to the same de-structure of desire and i've felt the same effects
why don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next g-7 picnic? it seems easier with every clock tick. but whose will would that
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, staring at the window as the sunlight demands action. All the energy it takes to close these bedroom
Swastikas and Klan-robes. Sexist, racist, homophobes. Aryan-Nations and Hammerskins: you can wear my nuts on your nazi chins! God, I love a man in uniform
