Chris Orrick - Jealous of the Sun lyrics
[Chris Orrick - Jealous of the Sun lyrics]
No one to tell us where to run
The day the people of earth
Got jealous of the sun
Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas
Lit a match
So how the fuck I'm supposed to write a rhyme
When we're living in the darkest
Times we'll probably ever see?
And I don't mean that as hyperbole
You look around and it's unnerving
It's disturbing
While the earth is burning to a third degree
Deadly water on the rise
Because of burning seas but no emergency
Just the emergence of the anti-science
Magnify it while the ants die frying
But we can't die trying
'cause the rich control the wars
With tomcats high flying bombs blast
Crying moms ask why kids keep dying
Might just take one for the team
And throat slit these tyrants i mean
These the people supposed to
Give me guidance? Hiding billions of dollars
In Caribbean islands
Telling us that we should better ourselves
Stand for the flag where veterans fell
And sit there silent, come on
Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war
Where the guns at?
They want more, give 'em more
Where the funds at?
They got the power, we got the numbers
Live by it, then you die by the sword
Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war
Where the guns at?
They want more, give 'em more
Where the funds at?
They got the power, we got the numbers
Live by it, then you die by the sword
No one to tell us where to run
The day the people of earth
Got jealous of the sun
Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas
Lit a match
He's busy watching all his morning shows
Twitter storming in a shortened prose
Orange fingers, stubby orange toes
Performing for adoring droves
Of baskets of deplorables
To whom accordingly our story goes
History's just rewarding those
For the whom the bells of victory tolls
So therefore as history shows
Recorded and reported so
As alternative truth, undistorted oath
Backwards the pages of history goes
Send a warning to our foreign foes
Those torn by war and born by deported homes
They're marching forward with
Their morbid poem
And pledge allegiance to that orange throne
Red Pill should have taken the blue
Make no mistake where Chris Orrick's home
Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war
Where the guns at?
They want more, give 'em more
Where the funds at?
They got the power, we got the numbers
Live by it, then you die by the sword
Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war
Where the guns at?
They want more, give 'em more
Where the funds at?
They got the power, we got the numbers
Live by it, then you die by the sword
And there's no one to tell us where to run
The day the people of earth
Got jealous of the sun
Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas
Lit a match said "We are not to be outdone!"
And every smile turned to char
Every rapist, every killer
Every child was a star
No one could tell us where to run
The day the people of earth
Got jealous of the sun
The day the people of earth
Got jealous of the sun
Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas
Lit a match
So how the fuck I'm supposed to write a rhyme
When we're living in the darkest
Times we'll probably ever see?
And I don't mean that as hyperbole
You look around and it's unnerving
It's disturbing
While the earth is burning to a third degree
Deadly water on the rise
Because of burning seas but no emergency
Just the emergence of the anti-science
Magnify it while the ants die frying
But we can't die trying
'cause the rich control the wars
With tomcats high flying bombs blast
Crying moms ask why kids keep dying
Might just take one for the team
And throat slit these tyrants i mean
These the people supposed to
Give me guidance? Hiding billions of dollars
In Caribbean islands
Telling us that we should better ourselves
Stand for the flag where veterans fell
And sit there silent, come on
Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war
Where the guns at?
They want more, give 'em more
Where the funds at?
They got the power, we got the numbers
Live by it, then you die by the sword
Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war
Where the guns at?
They want more, give 'em more
Where the funds at?
They got the power, we got the numbers
Live by it, then you die by the sword
No one to tell us where to run
The day the people of earth
Got jealous of the sun
Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas
Lit a match
He's busy watching all his morning shows
Twitter storming in a shortened prose
Orange fingers, stubby orange toes
Performing for adoring droves
Of baskets of deplorables
To whom accordingly our story goes
History's just rewarding those
For the whom the bells of victory tolls
So therefore as history shows
Recorded and reported so
As alternative truth, undistorted oath
Backwards the pages of history goes
Send a warning to our foreign foes
Those torn by war and born by deported homes
They're marching forward with
Their morbid poem
And pledge allegiance to that orange throne
Red Pill should have taken the blue
Make no mistake where Chris Orrick's home
Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war
Where the guns at?
They want more, give 'em more
Where the funds at?
They got the power, we got the numbers
Live by it, then you die by the sword
Fuck that, they want war, give 'em war
Where the guns at?
They want more, give 'em more
Where the funds at?
They got the power, we got the numbers
Live by it, then you die by the sword
And there's no one to tell us where to run
The day the people of earth
Got jealous of the sun
Looked up in the sky, filled the air with gas
Lit a match said "We are not to be outdone!"
And every smile turned to char
Every rapist, every killer
Every child was a star
No one could tell us where to run
The day the people of earth
Got jealous of the sun