Bonaparte
Bonaparte
Bonaparte & Tim Fite
Bonaparte
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[Verse 1]
I reconcile the physical with the intellectual
Until I'm bleeding to death and you think it's conceptual
Until I know what I am doing I am misunderstood
Put my finger in the outlet makes my hair look good
I talk about politics, you understand party
I think about party tricks, you think I'm retarded
[Pre-Chorus]
Half a scissor is still a knife
Home after work is still half a life
[Chorus]
Pardon my appearance, I'm under construction
Pardon my appearance, I'm under construction
Pardon my appearance, I'm under construction
Pardon my appearance, I'm under construction
[Verse 2]
My cell's regenerating from way deep within
You want a life of adventure, I'll spy on you sleeping
I know if I succeed, you want a share of the morphine
Success has a thousand fathers, but failure's an orphan
I plead insanity, you like the pathos
You think it's a circus, I orchestrate the chaos
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[Verse 1]
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