Coalition

Album: Knowle West Boy (2008)
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  • Abort your mission, looks like you've got to abort this situation

    The revolution will be televised in Iran
    And the Holy Koran
    You can go on to the internet, log in to your local war
    You can read your paper
    Receive a mental scar
    Gets your happy meal in your happy car
    You can make more money, more money
    But still here you are

    You can hate, hate til you waste away
    You can come back tomorrow
    Jesus is not here today
    He's gone missing
    Lost in this place called religion
    I'm a Muslim, I'm a Jew
    I'm a conquest clan, I'm a nigga too

    Wait for the crash, we're not built to last
    Won't you go on and on
    Like Duracell

    Durex, no effects, yeah,
    Sex on a sale
    You can read and read
    Until your eyes fucking bleed
    Either you give or you like to receive

    The revolution will be televised in Iran
    And the Holy Koran
    You can go on to the internet, log in to your local war
    You can read your paper
    Receive a mental scar
    Gets your happy meal in your happy car
    You can make more money, more money
    But still here you are

    You can get killed by friendly fire
    I wanna be the pope, I'm no hope
    I'm a desire
    You can do what you like
    Competition is none
    You can get it, come get it
    Yeah, here you come
    You can watch Clark Gable, honey, cable
    You can build and build
    Yeah, take MySpace
    You can digest, digest
    You never see me place
    I've been here, I've been there
    I'll be your teddy bear
    I don't care
    I won't share,
    By the way, what sex are you
    If you're a man, be a man
    But if you wanna be a woman
    I guess you do
    Do what you can (can)
    You say you like girls (girls)
    So why you're with boys
    And when I talk (talk)
    (All I hear is noise) just becomes noise
    When I'm surrounded by people
    How come I'm still lonely
    I guess it's me ego
    Thinks it's one and only
    I guess it's my ego
    I guess it's my ego
    Yeah, yeah
    I guess it's my ego
    Yeah, yeah,
    I guess, I guess it's my ego
    Yeah, yeah
    I guess it's my ego
    One and only
    Do we go on and on

    When I talk (talk)
    Just becomes noise (noise)
    How can I be surrounded by people
    And still be lonely Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER W. MESSER
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Downtown Music Publishing
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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