Artist/Band:
Joss Stone
Lyrics for Song: Governmentalist
Lyrics for Album: Colour Me Free [2009]
Don't you dare
Interupt the White House ball,
Were living scared
It's in foreign fields the soldiers fall
Ooh la la la
Snatch them in the prime,
Go ahead, that's fine, that's fine
Just go drill for grease
Like a diamond thief
Their mama's will be alright
Just give them time,
Go get your money right
You wont loose no sleep tonight
Nominate your kids
I think they'd prove your theory right
Would you watch them die
Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water,
Coming up with nothing everytime
How come we ain't getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies
Look up, look up,
See a dead man walking,
See his baby face
Hey, lets duplicate a few,
Ooh la la la la
That don't mean much to you
If you need some help,
Send some hippies in to help
You think more than you do
How's about another line or two,
To pick you up, pick you up
While your people drown
I hope you're happy and you sleep so great at night
While the lovers cry
Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water,
Coming up with nothing everytime
How come we ain't getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
How many lives will you sacrifice,
Will you ever be satisfied
If in God you trust,
Can't you hear him still
I ain't no preacher but:
Thou shalt not kill
I'm praising where I stayed in
The streets I'm raised in
Pain is the perfume scent I'm sprayed in
It clash with the federal agents fragrance
I smell a pig, thats a cop on racist
I'm an ordinary project dude
I'm a subject too, genetically modified fool
Thats FDA approved, mass produced
If you can tell a lie from the truth
Even though I'm fly in my tie and force suit
Le jet like a concorde, swoop through the air
Then I land in my van of cool
And I still stand with the Uganda youths
All the poor kids out in Moscow
That live hostile
I ride for you when I ride with the top down
Listening to Joss' sounds
You see how' that feel
I see these come with government seals
Open it, peek Nas getting at his enemies
And the paragraphs full of similies
Governmentalists killed the Kennedy's
I heard that Joss Stone got the remedies
Governmental, confusion
Governmentalist, delusion
Governmental, confusion
A bunch of governmentalist, it's delusion
Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water,
Coming up with nothing everytime
How come we ain't getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies
And all that were left with is a hand full of nothing,
Hand full of nothing
That's all that I got
Hand full of nothing
Governmental, confusion
Governmentalist, delusion
Governmental, confusion
A bunch of governmentalist, it's delusion
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