Lyrics to Kindergarden Cop
Don't matter how many kennedys you fuck.
You'll always be a kindergarden cop.
It's the same at the bottom as it is at the top.
Put a moron in control and he's sure to corrupt.
Sure we'll give you your freedom back.
Sign here in blood on this contract.
Now: here's your Gap, K-mart and Tie Rack.
Whats your name again?
Panama or Iraq?
Cuz everbody knows what happens to an empire.
It implodes without fail more ashes than fire.
When the greeds of a few cloud the vision of all.
This pyramid of cards is ready to fall.
What they want.
Everything they see.
And what they take is from you and me.
Underneath the Patriot act.
There goes liberty.
Do you even want it back?
You claim you can see through all the rhetoric.
But all foxnews taught you is to be apethic.
Talking headed speeches that are diarrhetic.
Cause little concern to generation pathetic.
Who'd rather dream of getting silicon titties.
Move to LA and sing some prefab ditties.
Giddy like some douchebag pre-teen pageant queen.
While misreading oneliners from a teleprompter screen.
Others ignore it all, they're doing peachy keen.
Ironic but safe in the art school scene.
Another bloody tampon on a gallery plinth.
Spend a minute on a cliche and you're heaven sent.
But everybody knows what happens to an emipre.
It implodes without fail more ashes than fire.
When the greeds of a few cloud the vision of all.
This pyramid of cards is ready to fall.
What they want : everything they see.
And what they take is from you and me.
Get underneath, gotta axe the acts.
There goes liberty.
Do you even want it back?
You've got quite the harem.
But too many wives.
When one steps out of line.
You brandish your knife.
But that's the bargain for sleeping around.
Feel that same knife in your back as you're rotting underground.
Let me put this in words you can understand.
You're a caricature of a vague Gods hand.
Only one dance for a thousand lands.
Lip service is quicksand.
Too many wives. Brandish your knife.
But that's the bargain for sleeping around.
Feel that same knife in yr back as you're rotting underground.
Guatemala, Congo, Vietnam.
Nicaragua, Dominican.
Chile, Panama, Grenada.
Lybia, Iraq and Iran.
54 - 60- 73- 84 - 89.
2003/4/5/6/7/8
Kindergarden Cop Video:
You'll always be a kindergarden cop.
It's the same at the bottom as it is at the top.
Put a moron in control and he's sure to corrupt.
Sure we'll give you your freedom back.
Sign here in blood on this contract.
Now: here's your Gap, K-mart and Tie Rack.
Whats your name again?
Panama or Iraq?
Cuz everbody knows what happens to an empire.
It implodes without fail more ashes than fire.
When the greeds of a few cloud the vision of all.
This pyramid of cards is ready to fall.
What they want.
Everything they see.
And what they take is from you and me.
Underneath the Patriot act.
There goes liberty.
Do you even want it back?
You claim you can see through all the rhetoric.
But all foxnews taught you is to be apethic.
Talking headed speeches that are diarrhetic.
Cause little concern to generation pathetic.
Who'd rather dream of getting silicon titties.
Move to LA and sing some prefab ditties.
Giddy like some douchebag pre-teen pageant queen.
While misreading oneliners from a teleprompter screen.
Others ignore it all, they're doing peachy keen.
Ironic but safe in the art school scene.
Another bloody tampon on a gallery plinth.
Spend a minute on a cliche and you're heaven sent.
But everybody knows what happens to an emipre.
It implodes without fail more ashes than fire.
When the greeds of a few cloud the vision of all.
This pyramid of cards is ready to fall.
What they want : everything they see.
And what they take is from you and me.
Get underneath, gotta axe the acts.
There goes liberty.
Do you even want it back?
You've got quite the harem.
But too many wives.
When one steps out of line.
You brandish your knife.
But that's the bargain for sleeping around.
Feel that same knife in your back as you're rotting underground.
Let me put this in words you can understand.
You're a caricature of a vague Gods hand.
Only one dance for a thousand lands.
Lip service is quicksand.
Too many wives. Brandish your knife.
But that's the bargain for sleeping around.
Feel that same knife in yr back as you're rotting underground.
Guatemala, Congo, Vietnam.
Nicaragua, Dominican.
Chile, Panama, Grenada.
Lybia, Iraq and Iran.
54 - 60- 73- 84 - 89.
2003/4/5/6/7/8
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