In my day, we didn't have no fancy smancy super charged plowtrucks. No sir. We'd bundle up and head out into the freezing cold after eating a hot cup of grits armed with only a snow shovel and strong farm workin' muscles.
those where the days when a man proved the size of his wanger to how much snow he pushed. And let me tell ya, I was a humg dinger of a pusher! My wife Edna even says: "Wow, look at all the snow he pushed, that's some wanger!" to all her friends. Workin' like that gets its rewardin'!
Now we got these big ol' super tecknological trucks that do all the pushin' for us. Edna's now thinkin' 'bout leavin' me and tellin' all her friends that those trucks have big ol' wanged drivers operatin' 'em.
So now it's just me and muh sheep here on the farm. And on some cold lonely ol' nights, you'll still see me out pushin' that snow with just muh farm workin' muscles and my trusty ol' shovel. That is, unless I get plowed over muh self by some wanger size provin' young wipper-snapper!
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Smoking up your ears like the left right winging
2000 years and people (are) still dreaming
Now it's locked into high tech scheming
It's like a demon speeding and screaming
Through your windows while the videos streaming
Nobody wins and that's a guarantee
When there's so much fucking drama that we can't even see
So fly like an eagle while the bandwidths legal
Fresh air friends in the sky turn lethal
Nothings more evil then brain washed people
Living in a land where no mans equal
Where they'll deceive (you) with laws bent backwards
For contractors of suit and tie actors
The factors that finance this full-proof (fool-proof) diversion
So we'll submerge in this cyber excursion
Of ones and O's and codes and files
Tapped by the tone on any phone dial
Monitoring every man women and child
Tallying the numbers for every square mile
Don't smile at the camera No need to be candid
When demanded retinas branded
Screen fiends following the frequencies
They've been playing that sheep for two centuries
While the CEO's got the E G O's
Larger than the national debt we owe
So where do we go or whom do we tell
On this planetary cell that's headed for hell
With digital handcuffs you can't log off
When your just a trademark of Microsoft
Now can't you see in this land of the free?
That prison is the fastest growing industry
That justice for most is just a fantasy
That freedom relates to your currency
It's like modern day slavery
It's like no such thing as privacy
It's like controlled ideology
It's a realiy for both you and me
those where the days when a man proved the size of his wanger to how much snow he pushed. And let me tell ya, I was a humg dinger of a pusher! My wife Edna even says: "Wow, look at all the snow he pushed, that's some wanger!" to all her friends. Workin' like that gets its rewardin'!
Now we got these big ol' super tecknological trucks that do all the pushin' for us. Edna's now thinkin' 'bout leavin' me and tellin' all her friends that those trucks have big ol' wanged drivers operatin' 'em.
So now it's just me and muh sheep here on the farm. And on some cold lonely ol' nights, you'll still see me out pushin' that snow with just muh farm workin' muscles and my trusty ol' shovel. That is, unless I get plowed over muh self by some wanger size provin' young wipper-snapper!
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