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I know that Mr. Brown gotta a lot of what it takes

I got a big brown bag full of cocaine

And I cannot be friends with Mr. Brown

I’d Like to put that fucker underground

Down, where he can’t systematically destroy any chance of a hope for

A better future for me and our kind yeah

The ugly little Caeser gets his knife

I’m a dog at a pound

Whose heart ain’t coping

At the speed of sound

Decay is closing all around

I would run

Twist that lock open

The trouble is

I got no opposable thumbs

I had a vision

I saw Mr. Brown on the television

He was talking crap as he always does

I had to reign him in, why? Because

I don’t like who he is

And I don’t like who I am

I don’t like what he does

And he makes me a man

On the verge of his mind

A spectacular view

Mr. Brown, I’ve got an issue and its got to do with you

I’m a dog at a pound

Whose heart ain’t coping

At the speed of sound

Decay is closing all around

I would run

Twist that lock open

The trouble is

I got no opposable thumbs

I think I ought to

Watch my back mack

I just might be a rat

And if I go

I’m gonna have to

Go along with me

Take on the truth

There is no quiet reason for what I’m gonna do

You’re getting colder in a house full of clues

City of No Palms

Got good intentions.

Isn’t it enough? No, it is not enough.

The comprehension of letting yourself get charmed by a bluff is upon me:

There’s nothing I can do,

There’s always something I could do.

Where would I be if it wasn’t for you?

So I just do what I’m supposed to do.

I watch you turn into

А siсkly biomass of black and blue.

In the city of no palms

Snow is falling and I am holding her in my arms.

We don’t talk. She’s sick, I’m stoned.

But my choice was my own.

I wanted to have a good time,

But she, medicated highly,

Does it to survive.

Where’s that wonder cure?

A bit of degradation free with every breath

Oddly feels like trust has been misplaced.

I love the scenery but hate the faces

And so for now

I ride on the wings of hope

Pushed on by the winds of dope

You’ll get pulled back

No matter how hard you go

There is a distance and there is a rope

When I wake up tomorrow

I’ll know what was at stake today

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