Deca, Stan Solo - St. America lyrics
[Deca, Stan Solo - St. America lyrics]
America
The truly inhospitable eerie environment
A beacon of bigotry to those who
Stare at her two-faced hypocrisy
Much money (Money) , money (Money, money)
The land of products and profit's
M M Money in circulation
D D Designed for the very wealthy
Boy, do we have plenty of 'em
No such thing as happenstance
Just massive scams and master plans
To stockpile stacks wrapped in elastic bands
And keep the furnace flames fueled
With the fat of lambs
The stage is set so you can
Stomp feet and clap your hands
In defiance of our overseer's aims
And the parasites tryin' to find a
Host to sink their fangs
Where the underhanded flourish and
Lotus eaters reign
The music's like coolant for
The overheated brain
You can count on it, it's yin and yang here
Seth and Cain and jinn exploitin' globally
For gain 'til the rain clears
The air's gettin' thin, where was I again?
On a strange transcendental plane
Carried by the wind
What immortal hand painted lines
On Bengal tiger skin
Or made the flowers grow while
Death played the violin
My old stompin' grounds aren't
The same environment
Except for in the mental landscape
Of places where I've been back and forth
Through space and time playin' pass the torch
To arrive back at the source
And take the dive again
Make the rounds, see the sights
Seekin' light
Not that false Edison rebel angel variety
On stable ground sleepin' through the night
While pigs smokin' space dust usher
In their future for society
Long before the global python stranglehold
I saw the writing on the
Walls like an ancient code
Manufactured world views to replace the old
And new generations of pliant minds
To shape and mold
Tryin' times, same old tools and tricks
Tryin' to find a space beyond
State control to exist
I pledge no allegiance to the
Leeches and the ticks
Or to their lord's legions in
The season of the witch
Furthermore, I'm tryin' to fry the
Circuit board of Skynet
Like David's slingshot vers'
Goliath's flexed bicep
A dreamer in the planet's discordant dream
But what are sticks and stones
To a war machine?
Products and profit's
Whenever you ascribe conscious
Intent in pursuit
Of self interest at the top
Money in circulation
You will hear someone say
"Well, what are you, a conspiracy theorist?"
You can say farmers or
Auto workers are organizing
But if you say the people who own most
Of America organize to get what they want
You hear people saying (Ahh)
These are all a matter of public record
MK Ultra operation Phoenix
Tuskegee fred Hampton
Total Information Awareness Program
Iran Contra robert Kennedy
Air America cointelpro
John Kennedy martin Luther King and Malcom X
Yes, America something is very wrong
Covert action, clandestine operations
Keep ya doin' things so ya
Won't have time to think
Programmed suckers with brains that
Have controls on 'em
Now take a little breath, let it out
And relax we must learn to delegate
I'm relaxed now dreams for sale (For sale)
Dreams for sale
The truly inhospitable eerie environment
A beacon of bigotry to those who
Stare at her two-faced hypocrisy
Much money (Money) , money (Money, money)
The land of products and profit's
M M Money in circulation
D D Designed for the very wealthy
Boy, do we have plenty of 'em
No such thing as happenstance
Just massive scams and master plans
To stockpile stacks wrapped in elastic bands
And keep the furnace flames fueled
With the fat of lambs
The stage is set so you can
Stomp feet and clap your hands
In defiance of our overseer's aims
And the parasites tryin' to find a
Host to sink their fangs
Where the underhanded flourish and
Lotus eaters reign
The music's like coolant for
The overheated brain
You can count on it, it's yin and yang here
Seth and Cain and jinn exploitin' globally
For gain 'til the rain clears
The air's gettin' thin, where was I again?
On a strange transcendental plane
Carried by the wind
What immortal hand painted lines
On Bengal tiger skin
Or made the flowers grow while
Death played the violin
My old stompin' grounds aren't
The same environment
Except for in the mental landscape
Of places where I've been back and forth
Through space and time playin' pass the torch
To arrive back at the source
And take the dive again
Make the rounds, see the sights
Seekin' light
Not that false Edison rebel angel variety
On stable ground sleepin' through the night
While pigs smokin' space dust usher
In their future for society
Long before the global python stranglehold
I saw the writing on the
Walls like an ancient code
Manufactured world views to replace the old
And new generations of pliant minds
To shape and mold
Tryin' times, same old tools and tricks
Tryin' to find a space beyond
State control to exist
I pledge no allegiance to the
Leeches and the ticks
Or to their lord's legions in
The season of the witch
Furthermore, I'm tryin' to fry the
Circuit board of Skynet
Like David's slingshot vers'
Goliath's flexed bicep
A dreamer in the planet's discordant dream
But what are sticks and stones
To a war machine?
Products and profit's
Whenever you ascribe conscious
Intent in pursuit
Of self interest at the top
Money in circulation
You will hear someone say
"Well, what are you, a conspiracy theorist?"
You can say farmers or
Auto workers are organizing
But if you say the people who own most
Of America organize to get what they want
You hear people saying (Ahh)
These are all a matter of public record
MK Ultra operation Phoenix
Tuskegee fred Hampton
Total Information Awareness Program
Iran Contra robert Kennedy
Air America cointelpro
John Kennedy martin Luther King and Malcom X
Yes, America something is very wrong
Covert action, clandestine operations
Keep ya doin' things so ya
Won't have time to think
Programmed suckers with brains that
Have controls on 'em
Now take a little breath, let it out
And relax we must learn to delegate
I'm relaxed now dreams for sale (For sale)
Dreams for sale