[Intro: Priya Raman]
Poems for post modern decay
[Verse 1: Zumbi]
Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain
Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
To be good worker bees, you can work for me
$2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street
Economoic malfuction, consume corruption
Somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor
Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor
By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady
Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti
Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty
[Chorus: Zumbi]
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
What are you consuming
Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning
Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning
Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king
Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk
That's why the low brow plow through a government name
You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train
I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol
Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle
My centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital
Poems for post modern decay
[Verse 1: Zumbi]
Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain
Microwave the brain, the babies get trained
To be good worker bees, you can work for me
$2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street
Economoic malfuction, consume corruption
Somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor
Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor
By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady
Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti
Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty
[Chorus: Zumbi]
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
(I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up
I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up
[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers
What are you consuming
Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning
Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning
Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king
Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk
That's why the low brow plow through a government name
You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train
I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol
Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle
My centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital
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