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Blood, money, oil

Greetings from the rez

free to 'buskers' as folk fodder
cc 2006 everyone else
poor i was born I'll die that way too
'cause I don't want to play their stupid fuckin' game

general assistance & food stamps for the kids
'cause farming is for losers yeah you know how it is
work & your' exploited yeah you know how it is
water's polluted nothing left for the kids

trash off the streets for bracelets and neclaces
blood money oil yeah you know how it is
we're tradin' blood for oil yeah you know how it is
water is polluted yeah you know how it is

number on my forhead and a brand on my ass
if i ever want to see any of their dirty cash

poor as i was born I'll die that way too
cause I dont' want to play their stupid fuckin' game
no I dont' want to play their stupid fuckin' game
(foursquare was free & fun just the same)
no I don't want to play their stupid violence game
Fighting for G.O.D. 08.Feb.2006 16:27

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Gold Oil Drugs

That ol' oil jones 08.Feb.2006 20:04

Dan Newth promandan@hotmail.com

love that black tar, light crude's even better
my need for oil drives me morn', noon and night
got to lube those wheels of Industry and power
have to feed that ol' Oil Jones
I shake and sweat my need is so great
it drives me to lie, cheat and steal
I feel the need in the pit of my stomach
being a soulless junkie ain't no joke
threats, intimidation, bloodshed
all just part of the game
the game I play to feed your SUV
another deal done, in the dark halls of power
the world dances, to my funky melody
after all the UN is my little bitch
don't talk to me about denial
my hypocrisy is best left unsaid
if you threaten me by speaking truth
I shall denounce you, call you a TERRORIST
these days civil rights are but a myth
humane life loses meaning.
when it comes to that ol' Oil Jones