Sandpeople - Control Panel lyrics

[Sandpeople - Control Panel lyrics]

Boom, so what if I step slow?
I live in the gentro ghetto
Hipsters come hither with your
Indie-pop electro metro
You think you can't hear guns
Over your earbud headphones
I know it's safer but bangers are
Still toting their skets though
And if they're your neighbours
That's bad for escrow
Same with sketch folk
Out on your corner trying to collect notes
But hipsters and fiends share
The same dress code
But this is little concern
Compared to the state of this pitiful world
They say that the world is a vampire
Whoever said that one first is a bad liar
I think the Earth is more
Like god's personal satire



Yeah, yeah they want control
Yeah, yeah they got control, ooh
But don't let 'em in
I know there's no evidence
But their mind controls are ever so devillish

I toast to the sun rays
This ain't no cup of Earl Grey i'm drunk
Hoping to one day raise
Above the world's ways
I see through god's will and his vision
All-knowing, I see the reason why
We kill for religion
The reason imperialism's still
Killing your children
Writing bars just to break the ones
That seal you in prison
I have an omnipresence
Everything could be gone in seconds
The cops arrest us 'cause we got
Connections so we got us detectives
Here's an honest question is
It population control
When contraceptives are not effective
They use atomic weapons
See we all took a project professions
We were promised heaven but
Got demonic possesions
What can I say, the system's busted
It don't work yeah I pull my own weight
But started hustling O's first
You lucky the globe turns
When I speak I muffle my own words
'cause they could crumble the whole Earth

Yeah, yeah they want control
Yeah, yeah they got control, ooh
But don't let 'em in
I know there's no evidence
But their mind controls are ever so devillish

Give a pedestrian a pedestal
The puppet's strings Geppettos pull
The public thinks it's in control
Pump your brakes to let you know
Big Brother in high definition
No one stately division
Right-wing Christians stay bettered up
Iraq streets we lit 'em up
This be the land of the litter bug
Home of the unleaded pump
Our former president led us into
War just to catch Saddam
(mission accomplished)
But at the end of the day
It's just a job description
The citizens march armed with their
Best Wizard of Oz renditions
Like all we seek is the heart
Courage and brains to spark a serious change
Through a series of chain
Reactions, no lights, camera fiction
Fist embedded in the city skyline
As we redefine freedom
To all we been denied truth
Loot the root of the society
And everybody's got a price tag
Some confuse it with merit's
And try to conceal the motives
Most are brutally transparent
But at the end of the day if rent is paid
The weight's lifted off every
Poor person's back
Like their soul had been saved
Take that false hope to the grave

Yeah, yeah they want control
Yeah, yeah they got control, ooh
But don't let 'em in
I know there's no evidence
But their mind controls are ever so devillish

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