---------------- Let's fly between the fields of millets Among Magpies and the chirping Willets something steeps leaps and it's regal Is it a Cymande? No - it's an Eagle! holding lead symbols between his nails clearly not peace as voracity prevails Republics armed of cane and treacle Is it rightly? No - it's unequal! BOOM! Enough chatter - so let's clear out the subject matter People are now irritated and fleecy and yet you treat us like different species black sheep white sheep - rubber ducks the poor is pitiful and the rich bucks the former slushed an Ypsilon grade the latter untouchable and gold marmalade but among these birds here lurks a might why do I have to receive the plight? why do I have to be perceived inferior and get all the shame for my condition? Flush the brainwashing from the Playstation former working class is out of fashion and so is justice - we're cancer choosers Ha ha... Ordinary losers! I'm quite optimist sadic sarcastic behind the euphemistic Identity crisis lies a fanfare - a bunch of fantastic creatures who think they're born superheroes Ubermann Super - and very dignitous of torturing and slaying who is indigenous to their money laundering collective This Western Freedom is weary and deceptive it's indeed regressive - and elitary protected by finance and frenzy military You disdain our existence so why do you lie? Are you afraid an overthrow may glide? I have the solution for their narcissus not involving crime or crucifixion I don't want either an infantry brawl let's send all them to my rotten sprawl send all the elites in the place I live and make them feel the evil I breathe Make them live the delusions I'm into along the daily trouble and worldly issues Make them live in slime and not in velvet not on durmast but on my toxic pellet until they lose their feathers and booters -- Ordinary losers I left long ago my childish pampers why do you still follow its patterns? so why enclosing in an insular sect? I'd rather endorse mutual respect but understand that after five five five years I said - it's not a hype after five years of receiving frauds I lost my trust in what you're about as by now it seems evident and yelped only your pounces and relatives are helped as long as they're useful for your lobbing they began smiling and felt in backstabbing and I had to learn this the hard way as I felt on my flesh what I'm talking about and now is time for you to get the clout I'm not standing here to cry and pray but to display my word along my wisdom hear me if you wish to save your kingdom you helped tirants you've been distracted they wish to destroy what we had constructed and they'll get rid of both our gird Go ask who's divine by the right of birth Help the bottom and the top will follow Ordinary losers - yes - but not hollow.

---------------- Clean Tons Kids, They are to march through the streets Clean Tons Kids, Vomiting echo green Green Wash kids, Biased against who's not rich (like me) Clean Tons Kids, They do not represent me Here is the medallion the blonde kids' batallion all march in the gloom like sympathetic shrooms sprung out from nowhere from the top of their tower where everything is in reach of the rich to beseech safeguard's propensive but zap cars are expensive and so is the lithius this greenism is amphibious (CHORUS) Zero carbon dioxide so you suggest my suicide hold the breath 'till the veins explode - young brains are small sized and restricted manipulated and conflicted to the reality I live you're confined to magazines leaving apart chart geography you mantain social boundaries and think equality - you novice is someone else's office Did you drop Greta's kilt? You're greenwashing the guilt on the poor rural worker your revolution is disorder you won't repair any villa without fixing its pillars you speculate on the scoop then collapses the roof of the house called Earth I'm not so sorry if I'm sturd since among your epitaphia I've never heard from you of EcoMafia So what's the reactor? we're crowded of actors shining on lightning so we can drop off the fighting thinking they're paladins satisfying our fantasies for a better tomorrow but they're the cause of my sorrow paying the bill always scorches we got to eat cockroaches but you never blamed the army and its polluting weaponarchy Have you ever been bent to how much military spent in deadly weapons gold tons to fill depots submarines and saucers assiduously spent dozens all steel carbon coke polluting bleak bloke but you blame the commons and not a single mafioso Don't march for the funerals Go shoot off the generals (CHORUS) Clean Tons Kids They do not represent me

---------------- What's this - Glockenspiel awfully broken for this ordeal Snowmobiles slot machines and Wiskas I see no snow but it must be Christmas 80C go bark your blockade I know you're expecting the same tirade handmade vetos and Brisbane grenades for a time keep calm and celebrate so don't shout blood on your own matress there's too much trouble and way too hathred so stop complaing 'bout returnees and let's turn for a time around the Christmas Tree So for supper I need the commission-ee shoplifting cookies and mascarpone barbershop lollies please no cynism don't cramp my pack about consumerism three hours later pretty ready the place is set - even if I'm not the Tsar let's call the orchestra with the violoncelli wait - where on Earth the guests are? with all my smirk I am surprised to see no one is yet invited I call them but their phones are hook and there I realize they forgot about me I'm shook ---- How the heck you cheat on 80C!? Go burn at the Christmas Tree! I know in advance it will be a martyrdom searching for them like Mr.Livingstone from field to field like a bumblebee I have to find out why they diserted me the first one is a kind priestess I guess - she does the architect but then came an end to our pact because I spoke badly of exclusiveness the green activist would be analogical I support beef and he's ecological there's the man who grows corn and the jazzy drummer but they still regret their women's group would be upset as I do not share their views on Torn It seems they're now my enemies Go burn at the Christmas Tree! I'm left wet as an hydric ram too much Filippique and pessaric jam Swear and swears and friendness is lost as I wanted to stay "true" at all costs exchanging clues in the madrigale and meanwhile all went to their own stale no more fables -- this pro-active fight has split the table and the guilt is mine I recognize I acknowledge - it's my own prize for being a coward a kid a slut getting ghost-banned from their own club you won't find friends on Internet Ads and this happens to all the comrades I know it hurts - like a catapult but it's the process of becoming adult yeah - it's early I'm not so senile but I wasted my times remaining juvenile No insult - I were Beta-testing someone else's grass and that's the result I should have quit that childish current and maybe by now I would have a girlfriend and all these protests are all a farce widening distances with your fighting arse no bridges no ports - not even peers all lonely in my empty hemisphere Go burn at the Christmas tree! No wonder my Friendship is virtual virtually nonexistent as the rituals were typical of middle class Langue D'Oil it had been built on empty routines and it saw me as a replacement tire when my firends were tired of skippers who wouldn't show at their partyfires done on the purpose of a couple slippers as a pretext - for lemon torment and the number of people is a garment just like movies shopping and Gorotex all those are dumb popping ornaments So I won't evoke Santa for more stuff I desire achievements and not old bluff I'm gonna work it out - and if you doubt it please Go burn at the Christmas Tree!

---------------- Oh - Manmade Doll, Who'se the coldest of them all? Oh - Manmade Doll, It's the priestess of the Mall Get the Manual Dot Com, and serve the purpose of your fall Oh - Manmade Doll, You blame all boys in the stall And the bard shall account next second the naughty fraud story about the fecund indipendent woman with a penchant to believe any tale of the media pendant pro-feminist paganda boutique by boutique but it's all a new marketing technique built on the fake alternative aesthetics now watch her fetch all the toxic cosmetics Here she trampolines - on sixteen inch irky F-sealing shoes because she feels her height is scarse and so the visage she tweets for botox and bulimic lineage oxigenated hair and self-bought tattoos blaming all males for her misfortunes as a pale heroin - like in a variety but I'd bet you to buy some solidariety Before you're going to flay me with your nailblade for having displayed this rough serenade I would suggest ya to decode my meanings cause both males and females are victim siblings of neo-mafia-liberism and tribadistic extortion that wants to keep you in sad-manic commotion all their products are the traps you bite Will men and women ever unite!? Forget Darwinism - it's a testicle heresy there's no thing like a biological destiny Gender is performative and so the gallops while survival of the richest is written bollocks There are many types many classes many colours but you stomp them all in this intestine war which is a false flag attack by the I-M-F ether Don't divide - Join me and we'll struggle together I analyze the facts - I'm not a parrot Don't you think you're the only scapegoat even males have their own subdominants go ask for their stife for hub abdominals so boys girls bodies are all a product of history tradition and market conduct otherwise - how will they recycle their profit? Always praise the heart and not the outfit Manmade Doll, Yes, every day misantrofall Oh - Manmade Doll, Resurrected from the Ball Yeah! Ice Hydra is an old one, Don't serve the purpose of your fall Oh - Manmade Doll, Para evocar, sai, dimmelo!