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Bugs Under Boots

This song was created for Game of Bands round 248 : "Odd Times And No Rhymes VI"

Lyrics:

Cog in machinery,
Cog in a clock,
No matter if I fall out,
The Murder machine will never stop

I might be me
And you might be you
When seen by them
We're just bugs under boots


I'm fucking squashed

You took my mind
You took my body
You dug out my guts
What more could you possibly want,
When everything is not enough?

I'm an arm in your army
But you got no brains,
Why would you ever think when you can set guns ablaze?

You got so much money there's no consequence,
It's you and mr. Bezos rewriting rules again

It doesn't matter who you are as long as you're broke,
Economic oppression while they sit on their thrones,
And since we can't fill your shoes,
We're just bugs under boots

You took my mind
You took my body
You dug out my guts
What more could you possibly want,
You already have everything - yet you'll never stop.


Camera on the web,
You caught me,
You never live your life,
You're only watching,

You're a hippo,
I'm a cockroach
Keep stomping around,
Keep failing though

I'm small,
Stronger than an ant,
Hippos are killers,
Do you identify with that?

You sow destruction
We real what YOU sow,
Yet your conscience is lighter than dandilion seeds in the wind,

We might die together but you'll alone on
Millionaire mountain
[Exit]

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