Walkin' down the street,
I get the evil eye.
People want to fuck,
People want to fight.
All around is the capitalist eye:
Like, can I take his, or will he take mine?
And yes, I know, we're all the ninety-nine,
But that's the only tie that binds.
So when I go out, I am divine.
There's a whole lotta dark, so I shine my light cause
When I'm on the street,
I feel the disease.
Walkin’ down the street, I get a green eye.
There’s too much I want, I am denied.
People in the trash dig to survive,
So why am I unsatisfied?
Cause oh we got mirror eyes,
I’m in yours, you’re in mine.
I wanna get together, it’s no crime.
Beat the sickness out my mind, cause
Nobody seems to know what to do.
Yeah we're all feedin' the disease.
Oh your brother and your sister too.
Man I want to fuck up that routine.
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