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We saw you every day... with your hands on your crotch and so much to say. You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors to neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters. Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters. Now when you’re a star, when you’ve reached this far and the world really knows who you are you show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Cristal like they all do. And the poor outside your gates appall you, and the only hood you see is the one on your car. DO YOU EVEN HAVE A CLUE AS TO WHO YOU ARE? Bro, I don’t think so: I mean Mercedes, man what a stiff old dull fart’s republican shit car, sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before, only now you’re a coward, only letting TV through your door... getting older, take a bow and just go! The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart but then the talk shows can still get you hard, doing rhymes on your prime time fistfights and spitting grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder: a boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over...

Pain Of Salvation - Spitfall

Description
We saw you every day... with your hands on your crotch and so much to say. You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors to neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters. Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters. Now when you’re a star, when you’ve reached this far and the world really knows who you are you show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Cristal like they all do. And the poor outside your gates appall you, and the only hood you see is the one on your car. DO YOU EVEN HAVE A CLUE AS TO WHO YOU ARE? Bro, I don’t think so: I mean Mercedes, man what a stiff old dull fart’s republican shit car, sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before, only now you’re a coward, only letting TV through your door... getting older, take a bow and just go! The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart but then the talk shows can still get you hard, doing rhymes on your prime time fistfights and spitting grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder: a boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over...

Pain Of Salvation - Spitfall