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Picnic Kibun - Fuck Art Let's Kill lyrics

Artist: Picnic Kibun

album: Fiebre Tagadá


Fuck art, let's kill,
The time has come to
Cut the curtain.
Fuck art, let's kill,
Their will be done,
There will be certain,
Changes in here,
They need a thrill,
They need a kill,
Sages to sear,
Fuck art, let's kill.
Paying your taxes
Supports terrorist threats,
Jingoist jingle jingling
Down in my depth breathe.
I sold my patriotic punch for
A pacifist.
Let me out, take me out,
Round one, fight!
I am the dog,
The smog of Santiago,
Bring me the king,
Sing tears down my own face.
My sound depressed
Like a stared, stoned stargail,
Pale as the hail raining rings
In my rainbow.
Rockets are raining painting
Blood on the landscape,
Not just abroad but at home,
They need a scapegoat,
Unjust is just,
This is just a war,
Fuck art, let's kill,
Fuck that, fuck you!
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of the terrorist states of North America.
And to the Empire, for which is stands,
One market, one gun, under control.
Non-negotiable, non-refundable,
A superficial, meat puppet strip show.
Liberty and justice, just for some of us,
Oligarchy is the key of this cacophony.
I love my country,
But I don't love my government.
I follow people,
But I won't follow this leadership.
Black pacifier, lady liar
On election day,
Two thousand eight, two thousand great,
Two thousand bullshit,
I want a president that is not a sadist,
Killing for profits, pseudo prophets,
In my name bitch?
We want real shit,
Real changes, real choice,
Give us a voice.

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