Blunt Mechanic - Why Can't This Be Canada? | Текст песни

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Hell oh anger, Hell of nature's elements
Questions of reaction
Oh arrogance, What it means to ponder its chemical relevance
Icon builder in bits, sweet smell of flowers on my street

Hello bright and friendly hippy kids who cast themselves off
As castoff bohemians, I love you all
Y'all fuckin' destroy me

I'm sure that you can do this, You can work the handle
You can run the world around me without me
You're welcome to it

Count the circus folk, Carnie Indie rock cock slinger
I don't want your sympathy
It's a privelege just to steal from better riffers, see?

You're a joke to me a joke is all I've got you seem
to understand so little when you're blowin' up the spot
Rally the curlers, juggling, knife swallowing, art student
star fucker wanna be dope smugglers

So much hate, So much weed
So many pimps and bitches in every scene
I used to throw my dick in everything
Now, I loathe the "need" to doubt every dream

I try to take it all in
I race to find the slang to get to the kids
Get through the bubble gum
Stuck in the cranium

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