Текст, перевод и аккорды “Identity Theft”
- Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity Runnin' from the Thought Police, fightin' with the go-betweens Hold up, let me steal a breath 'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft (You need an education) I don't see why I got to (You need a good degree) As to assimilate So little time, so much to be bored by If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb They don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to obey No child is free, oh, why, it's queasy to see Is that an elementary or a penitentary Huh, geez, get off my back Beat it, take it to town, man Idiots go to college to get dumbed down Ooh, it leaves you bereft Ooh, identity theft I may be wrong, I don't know why I may be wrong, but I'll try Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny manatee Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' with the death machine Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest And we're dealin' with identity theft (You need a publication) I don't see why I got to (You need a press release) As to assimilate Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic pioneers Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away from me How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty Oh, you guess you got an edge Hiding your hedge from the feds Puttin' down the little veg (Ignorance is a right, not a privilege) I'm finished, done, and had it And while you fucks are at it As far as I'm concerned, Pluto's still a planet Ooh, you die a quick death Ooh, identity theft I may be wrong, I don't know why I may be wrong, but I'll try Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess 'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft (You need an occupation) I don't see why I got to (You need a boss to please) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of all (Where'd you get that vegan dress, a flea market) Oops, I forgot, you design for Target Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with nuns But I punched a man on Broadway just to watch him cry Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I can't think why Bent unhinged and singed I cringe to watch the main event But in the end, there's no success like revenge Ooh, it leaves you bereft Ooh, identity theft I may be wrong, I don't know why I may be wrong, but I'll try Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin' Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest And we're dealin' with identity theft Because I'm tired of being sweet and nice Fuck you once and fuck you twice Show your passport, get that stamp Funny like a nazi camp Hold 'em up, hell yeah, I'll confess 'Cause we're dealin with identity theft
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