Viva la Rebellion
My trigger finger swollen
I’m jonezin
I got my mind made up and my money on my own plan
Now who’s holdin?
I got no nac for these Jiggaz
Who don’t get it til the aftermath
I’ll throw my head out in the wind
And I’ll set it on em back to back
Raise HELL til the morn
Better get it while the gettin’s on
Bed time for the bigots
Need a bigger catacomb for them
The disease of isolation
Self-pity and self-harm
Anger and resentment
Selfish lies and selfish wants
It’s baffling
So obscure
Cunning and hard
It’s your own personal Satan pounding at your door
It’s the first place you run to when you want to hide
And the last place that gets you where you want to go
It gives you everything you want
But nothing that you need
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