Various Artists - Like Sprewells On A Wheelchair - Dillinger Four Lyrics
Not so jumpy nowDowntownNo talk of concerns or fearWe'll just hand over all our tax moneyAnd b***h about nothing but the cost of cable and beerOh how easy it is sometimesTo get lost in the party linesAre we cops of the free even over seasOr will this them and us mentality ruin our eyesThis is a message from the malcontentWe refuse to buy we're heaven sentWith our gameface onWe were a U.N. no show-bullies from the get goThen they hit us with this love it or leave it shitLike a dog in a cage trained to beg than sitIf that's how it's gonna beI'm not calling this homeMine's a little voiceShit, I thought that was the pointBorn from a freedom never realizedWith manifest destiny kept like a sign from the skiesAll around the worldThey're ignored and pissedStaring back at usLike we're spoiled little kidsAnd how have we proven them wrongWith Hollywood, police states, embargos and pop radio songsChorusWe're the land of the free trial membership to crapWhere adults can't find world powers on a mapWhere leaders run free with absconded powerWhere a flag costs more than you make in an hourWhere I stand with so many but we're told we're aloneWhere I work for a living but I never feel at home
