Wacko Convention
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Wacko Convention Lyrics
[DOZ The Slacker]
The creative mind cannot be forced, I am aware of that
In this world of literalism, we have little room for fact
In fact, I tried speaking to the children of the nation
To realize the adults would make the wrong interpretation
On radio stations we music befitting vacations
Even though we’re losing patience, receiving smaller rations
So I have little toleration, by no means will I chill
Every 3-minute song played, an infant gets killed
And don’t say that’s God-willed, it’s not an excuse
Starving artists spit substance under bungalow roofs
Can a man or woman speak the truth and still afford shoes
Not to mention without getting a cracked tooth and a big bruise
I refuse to play along with the big ruse
I choose to speak against the few on behalf of the youth
You have no proof, it’s just propaganda
Fuck Fox News, let’s change the channel
[Chorus- 2x]
It's the wacko convention, please rise
And look these crooked politicians in their green eyes
Stand by idly as they feed you all lies
I'm talking leaders of the free world
Businessmen in disguise
The creative mind cannot be forced, I am aware of that
In this world of literalism, we have little room for fact
In fact, I tried speaking to the children of the nation
To realize the adults would make the wrong interpretation
On radio stations we music befitting vacations
Even though we’re losing patience, receiving smaller rations
So I have little toleration, by no means will I chill
Every 3-minute song played, an infant gets killed
And don’t say that’s God-willed, it’s not an excuse
Starving artists spit substance under bungalow roofs
Can a man or woman speak the truth and still afford shoes
Not to mention without getting a cracked tooth and a big bruise
I refuse to play along with the big ruse
I choose to speak against the few on behalf of the youth
You have no proof, it’s just propaganda
Fuck Fox News, let’s change the channel
[Chorus- 2x]
It's the wacko convention, please rise
And look these crooked politicians in their green eyes
Stand by idly as they feed you all lies
I'm talking leaders of the free world
Businessmen in disguise
A crescendo, our nation's culmination
United dependable, the golden land of creation
Where on the top of the hill, the rich kids pop pills
And at the bottom baseheads twitch in the wind chill
Where Ms. Westchester White goes missing and everyone is informed
But when Baby Black disappears they stay seated at home
We elected a black president and tore him apart
Made him age on the stage, stacked his decisions on charts
Such goddamn impatience- did we believe from the start?
Or did Americans elect him just to claim they have hearts?
Perhaps it's just the harsh truth coming out at last
Because guilt rolls over from the actions of our past
And I'll admit my guilt, I've dropped insulting sentences
But maybe, just maybe, I'll repent through this
There's so much injustice yet the way you'll judge this
Is by looking through my lyrics for a single cuss- shit
[Chorus- 2x]
It's the wacko convention, please rise
And look these crooked politicians in their green eyes
Stand by idly as they feed you all lies
I'm talking leaders of the free world
Businessmen in disguise
[Outro]
United dependable, the golden land of creation
Where on the top of the hill, the rich kids pop pills
And at the bottom baseheads twitch in the wind chill
Where Ms. Westchester White goes missing and everyone is informed
But when Baby Black disappears they stay seated at home
We elected a black president and tore him apart
Made him age on the stage, stacked his decisions on charts
Such goddamn impatience- did we believe from the start?
Or did Americans elect him just to claim they have hearts?
Perhaps it's just the harsh truth coming out at last
Because guilt rolls over from the actions of our past
And I'll admit my guilt, I've dropped insulting sentences
But maybe, just maybe, I'll repent through this
There's so much injustice yet the way you'll judge this
Is by looking through my lyrics for a single cuss- shit
[Chorus- 2x]
It's the wacko convention, please rise
And look these crooked politicians in their green eyes
Stand by idly as they feed you all lies
I'm talking leaders of the free world
Businessmen in disguise
[Outro]
America, where I'm not allowed to speak freely
Well, I'm sick of America. I'm turning off the TV
Well, I'm sick of America. I'm turning off the TV
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