Testo Dear Sirs - EL-P
Testo della canzone Dear Sirs (EL-P), tratta dall'album I'll Sleep When You're Dead
Dear Sirs
If the pavement comes alive, I'll slap a child with toothy smile
Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes
And birds burst into planes while singing Satan's praises
And fall into the sky and rain down ashy danger
If every office empties and all slaves walk in daisies
To a pool of liquid money where they bathe blissfully naked
And drugs no longer taunt me and splooge around my conscience
And every woman-beating rapist sits securely in their coffin
Every open hydrant in a Brooklyn Times summer moment
Is opened up by cops and folds out into an ocean
And rent is paid by bread literally and parking isn't paid for
And food stamps can be planted and childhoods can't be damaged
And pride can power spaceships and shapely ship the creators
Of dynamite and gunpowder to the brains of all us patients
And the slurping nerds with bureaucrat
Lives and bean county slave owners
Is twisted in on itself 'til they shave off their own faces
And the cocaine crack in the nation is collected in a top hat
And force fed to the children of every CIA agent
And the duck heads get an angel and an acre's worth of rainbow
And the projects turn to clouds and the stupid aren't so proud
And the sniveling grimace models of infected money slobs
And pets that crash ignite into a brilliant beam of light
And mercy is a rule and the acceptance virtue too
And the desert comes to Brooklyn and the president goes to school
Time flows in reverse, death becomes my birth
Me fighting in your war is still, by a large margin
The least likely thing that will ever fucking happen
Ever
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Writer(s): Jaime Meline
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