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Black Tie Gang - Single Mix

by Ahab Sealife Conservation Inc.

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Wake up in the morning and put on your suit Hop on the 94 for the daily pursuit Spend your days from food court to another Expect no loyalty from your servant brothers Bangers and mash on a street food cart Hammer and sickle tattoo on his hand Disciple of chaotic catering arts Every friday night by the newspaper stand Burn your masters And hang the cooks Check your wages They’re overcooked Smoking jackets and cutlery etiquette Will only get you so far until the standards are met Fill your belly and fill your days You just forgot how to tip, it’s the mistake you’ve made Now how good does it feel to be hanged by the balls? Cold touch of a knife as your whole world falls I’ll piss on your soup and I’ll fart on your merengue You should've learned not to fuck with the Black Tie Gang Burn your masters And hang the cooks All the sous-chefs Are class traitor crooks (Shook the hand that played with spoons) They call me the waiter 'Cus I’m waiting for a change I’ll take your order Just like a submissive slave Don’t wanna serve! Don’t wanna serve! Don’t wanna serve! I wanna swing, swing, swing, swing They call me the waitress 'Cus I’m waiting on a chain The voice of a songbird Echoes through the cage Don’t wanna serve! Don’t wanna serve! Don’t wanna serve! I wanna sing!
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He’s coming, the marshall Said he’s voice of the people now Sad I don’t wanna have nothing to do with it Lazy fish sleeps at the riverbed Calm waters they mean no missing flow Lazy cat naps at the sleeping net Come 'round and I’ll show you all the things that you’re missing Sitting by my picket fence Just watching white paint dry Comes up on his high horse Asks what I’m tryin’ to hide Say I smoke the hemp and I sing at choir I pay my dues and I do my chores Laughing to my face, he says that working is the law. Say, I’ll do you another one Idle hands do no devil’s work You’re only wrong as soon As you take a stand Fencing the mob, tell’em to jump Rock me in bed until you stop being mad All this talk of slaying and the face of a red satan is just a symptom of what’s hiding inside (It’s in your face! Your mouth! In your face! Shut it!) I fear only the prayer of a preacher that's been saying who's a sinner and who'll be sanctified (It’s in your face! Your mouth! In your face! Shut it!) It's just a phantom of our times that we will have to learn to hide like a pack of sick domestic mice (It’s in your face! Your mouth! In your face! Shut it up!) Feeling tired of explaining that the stars your chest is wearing mean to me as much as those in the sky (It’s in your face! Your mouth! In your face!) Sike!

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released June 2, 2020

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