jueves, noviembre 04, 2010

Bloddy burocrats

They take it all away,
They leave you empty-handed,
In the middle of the road,
You're left stranded,
Without a dime in your pocket,
And no place to go,
What's the thing to do,
Who in the world knows.

As long as they can make a buck,
Whether you're hurtin' or not,
I tell you mate, they just don't give a fuck.

You see 'em drowning in champagne on their fancy yats,
And buying gucci coats for their ugly cats,
I tell you mate, they just don't give a fuck, bloddy burocrats.

Where ya goin'?,
Imma blowin',
Your burocratic mind.

You have to fill in forms to fall in love,
And then some more,
When you find that love just ain't enough,
And you wanna walk out the door,
They're all just blue blodded gits,
Who only go to bed,
To fuck like bunnies and make a hoard of burokids,
Ain't that the tits.

Our pain to them is just a form of refined comedy,
If their stocks went down a point, wouldn't that be a tragedy,
Tell you mate, they just don't give a fuck about you and me.

They're all happy go lucky driving in their sport cars,
While we're sitting in our porches pist off at this pharse,
Tell you mate, we're fucked, and they're laughing away drinkin' at their minibars

Watcha' doin'?
Imma running,
'Coz the burocrats are bombing,
They've got their panties,
In a bunch,
Apparently they just can't take a punch.

They see us bleedin',
Lyin' on the streets and pleadin'
But first they need an assesment meeting,
While we're sufferin' and acting like tottlers,
Just kicking away and screamin'.
Tell you mate, Bloddy burocrats.


Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!