No candidate would I support His platform could I endorse Another accomplice slinging dirt Campaign promises falling short I don't belong to any race
In a word to the wisdom tooth To tell, or not the truth (yeah) So open up and say ahh-men Rinse cup, and spit again Forked tongue in double speak Pretty
If I cannot see you from afar Look into your eyes, that hint of depth Hidden inside If I cannot hear you from afar Whisper in my ear, rest assured that
Are you ever so silent, when she wanted to talk? Or couldn't keep quiet, when she needed a hug Come on too strong, when a little's too much How many,
Give me liberty or give me death No truer words have ever been said Well are you prepared for your very last breath? Don't you dare start what you cannot
Josephina, there's so much I want to know I've known you for all of mine But not all of yours You're not a stranger No, nothing could be further I look
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Poorman, he just want a little Richman, want a little bit more Superman, he looking for Lois Salesman, try and sell you his soul Fatman, he's ordering
Once embraced, can't ever be let go Once revealed, can't ever be not shown Once believed, can't ever lose faith Once shared, can't ever be separate
Hey you, wake up, get yourself together yeah you, so you think you made it better 'cause you know it's coming at you While your back is turned <a
I woke up to yet another day Grown to expect, expect more of the same Except for, for a subtle change And that is, I'm slowly fading away Harvest moon
Give me liberty or give me death No truer words have ever been said Well, are you prepared for your very last breath? Don't you dare start which you cannot
No candidate would I support His platform could I endorse Another accomplice slingin' dirt Campaign promises fallin' short I don't belong to any race
In a word to the wisdom tooth To tell, or not, the truth, yeah So open up and say, "Ahh", men Well, rinse cup, and spit again Forked tongue in double
Are you ever so silent, when she wanted to talk? Or couldn't keep quiet, when she needed a hug Come on too strong, when a little's too much How many
Intrumental
Poorman, he just want a little Richman, wanna little bit more Superman, he looking for Lois Salesman, try to sell you his soul Fatman, he's ordering seconds
