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Shoes for the winter

Shoes for the winter are cheap for us loners that keep
Digging holes on the beach overseas that guarantees
Finds of black liquid that is free, but sold for gargantuan fees
Since we are at ease getting our degrees from our trustees

So don't trust me, since the sleaze in me like to tease
About having no diseases, but apparently I have a couple of STD's
In a country where the black sheep's supposed to rap without the abc
And SD never seize to amaze how hard I am to please

But whatever I spit out, I hope you see it as a fresh breeze
The holes in my Swedish soul easily mistaken for being Swiss cheese
Drastically attached to the catastrophe that has to be
What keeps me free from the grief but still drags me back to sleep

Even though I like to see how a lack of her in my life
Can make a lost soul revive and bring more luck than a pair of rabbits feet
This town has heaps of high streets and low love seats
Repeatedly treat myself by eating complete meals of raw meat

Off the concrete



Shoes for the winter used to be cheap but the chance is now long gone
Tired and terrific night to dawn, in breaks writing on palms
Still hope for a discovery shorter than a british boson
But even halfway to Mars, obstacles whip a guy sans St. John

With a DNA from Iran it makes it a sine qua non
For me to keep an eye on the game that rap is based upon
The solo commonness a student like me have with Tehran
Is to use ramadan just to get out of drunk cash withdrawals

I lease a bike to get home at night, can't afford a Prius
Lisa asked me in for coffee, but I just couldn't see us
So I grabbed her purse and ran faster than my neighbor's cheetahs
Followed by a pair of dice and a pack of wolves and nidorinos

That keeps yelling at me that fourteen eager beavers
Has their nuts freezing so they eat the remaining bees to keep us
Warm at night in this season, full of praisings to Jesus
And hobos hugging trees just to save blondes having seizures

By the seashore



There's no righteous way to end a story like this
No righteous way to kill off a past soul that doesn't exist
War pigs flying over chimneys but tomorrow still insists
That the solution is to play video games with blisters on our fists

A society create dizziness, when some people are blessed
But others think "blessed" is a made up word for God playing chess
Some suggest that he should take a rest in his nest
And let the best order the suppressed to clean up his mess

And it'll happen again and again, our cities are bent when
I don't have to explain the story of the 99 and one percent
No reactions to who's rich, we can't even pick up two sticks
Creating a fire is useless wihout a permission to use it

Procrastination indulge laziness like nothing has ever done
Keep bombing in the war with ourselves that we had never won
To keep the life candle lit, I pour sand in the eyes of my one son
Don't fade into limbo or else you are gone




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Publicerad 2015-01-02 22:58



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