Frustration at the Nation

Sometimes I get pissed off. This comprises of ideas for future songs of frustration. Over and out, Rob
The D4s are makin' my ears sore
They're a bore, not gonna take their shit any more
Sticking fingers in their ears, la la la
Blah blah, yer ma, yakadee ya, ha ha, baa baa
Like seeps to the slaughter,
the motor behind the mortor
Either wake up or I'll shake you up,
I'm fed up with fucked up self consciousness,
it's anything but consciusness,
Rather a fruitless proccupation,
Mostly life lastin' til you cave in.
Marshmallow feet on oompa-loompas with yellow hair
It's hard to bare and not stare at your feet in despair
insecurities increase til they cease
Armies of suits on the luas every morning,
Fed on propaganda and lies
All they can do is fantacise
But when they see through the guise
they'll realise, then the new sun will rise
To you already livin'
Don't give in to the spin doctors spinnin'
Be a man, take a stand,
Get a clan and make demands.
My soliliquey, vibrating your vertibrae
Erazin any gray, lazy daze of this gloaming haze,
You've got the sight, to see the darkness from the light
Got a duty now to do what's right,
Stand up and fight the good fight
Don't take shite, burn bright and ignite the night.

