6th & A

[Intro: Voice Samples]
There must be some inaudible but effective message buried at subliminal levels on one of the hit records
Well maybe it's causing them all to behave like derelicts
What's the problem?
It's important to be liked but it's more important to be free and to be yourself
That's not exactly true you know
I'm stuck here in civilization
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Argh shut up ya bloody [?]

[Verse 1: Deca and voice samples]
Funds low, left my wallet in El Segundo
At the dive acting extra brolic and gung ho
Stay cool and composed when meat heads with front row tickets to the gun show are gunning for your numbskull
It spiraled out of control I hit the exit
Ran for dear life past a junky with a death wish
Out of step with the network socialiate nexus
And every waste of blog hype on your guest list
Gimme precious momentary respite
I'll find like minds to connect with
Deadlift the world’s weight and count reps (groovy)
Then flex for the montage and throw Thulsa Doom’s skull down the steps
I may have cheated death but treat it with respect
Stressed out with debt collectors breathing down my neck
A twice born life form following tradition
Trying to shift tides with the movement of a Bic pen

[Chorus: Deca and voice samples]
(Money has its own way)
It has its own way
It grows on flesh and bone
Tell them what they won't say
I listen close when the other side speaking through me
Cry oceans sweat bullets and bleed profusely
Never had much from a bottom feeder in a fish bowl
To a hedonist with a string of bad luck and a fist full of dollars for the strip show
Where Maya bears it all for the ones who keep their lips closed

[Verse 2]
Keep me conscious of the promise that the future holds
So when I'm tempted I don't make a mess of something beautiful
Duck projectiles flying off of Cupid's bow
Walked the path since the Luck of Lucien you should know
I kept my balance on the thin line and juggle flames
On lover's lane where a lotus by any other name
Is still subject to death sickle and bullets from sex pistols
Killing them soft and playing subtle games
Love is strange but nothing could ever come between
The lady and the balladeer with a drum machine
A child filled with rage
A girl in a gilded cage
Chasing the ghost of some idyllic age
I follow where the women clothed in the sun goes
Funds low, left my wallet in El Segundo
As the day unfolds and empires crumble
Rule of thumb stay humble
Cool and composed

[Chorus: Deca and voice samples]
(Money has its own way)
It has its own way
It grows on flesh and bone
Tell them what they won't say
I listen close when the other side speaking through me
Cry oceans sweat bullets and bleed profusely
Never had much from a bottom feeder in a fish bowl
To a hedonist with a string of bad luck and a fist full of dollars for the strip show
Where Maya bears it all for the ones who keep their lips closed

[Outro: Voice Samples]
I just had a great idea
Your hand in my hand
You look beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
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