Bonaparte - Under Construction | Текст песни

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• Bonaparte
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i reconcile the physical with the intellectual
until i'm bleeding to death and you think it's conceptual
until i know what i'm doing, i am misunderstood
put my finger in the outlet makes my hair look good

i talk about politics, you understand party
i sing about party-chicks, you think i'm retarded
half a scissor is still a knife - home after work is still half a life

pardon my appearance, i'm under construction
pardon my appearance, i'm under construction

my cells regenerating from way deep within
you want a life of adventure, i'll spy on you sleeping
i know if i succeed you want a share of the morphine
success has thousand fathers but failure is an orphan

i plead insanity, you like the pathos
you think this is a circus, i orchestrate the chaos
half a scissor is still a knife - home after work is still half a life

pardon my appearance, i'm under construction
pardon my appearance, i'm under construction

written, performed & produced by Tobias Jundt
live-drums by Christopher Sean Powell
engineered by Andy Baldwin at RolaPola, Brooklyn.

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