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Hosking As a Verb
02:32
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Good morning! Good morning! Good morning!
Thanks for letting me in,
Into your beautiful home,
It's time for political spin.
I am a man, a little man,
I want to tell you everything,
It's my opinion that,
There is no joy in questioning.
Worshipping authority!
Punching down on poverty!
Hating the minority!
You're Hosking as a verb!
Good morning! Good morning! Good morning!
Have you heard the good news?
Dear Leader's back another three years,
Propaganda can't lose.
I am a man, a little man,
I want to tell you everything,
It's my opinion that,
There is beauty in suffering.
Worshipping authority!
Punching down on poverty!
Hating the minority!
You're Hosking as a verb!
Making love fiscally!
To yourself specifically!
That's the Key oh that's the Key!
That's Hosking as a verb!
Oh yeah, cut my budget,
Goddamn you know I love it,
Oh yeah, cut my budget please.
Worshipping authority!
Punching down on poverty!
Hating the minority!
You're Hosking as a verb!
Making love fiscally!
To yourself specifically!
That's the Key oh that's the Key!
That's Hosking as a verb!
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I can see the appeal,
Of pretending the world is not raw chance,
And I can see the appeal,
Of assigning control to someone else.
Sometime you'll have to face,
The cold hard truth that is,
Jet Fuel can't melt your fear,
Jet Fuel can't melt these riffs.
And I can see the need,
For reason where none has ever been,
And I can see the need,
For an answer that's easier to swallow.
Sometime you'll have to face,
The cold hard truth that is,
Jet Fuel can't melt your fear,
Jet Fuel can't melt these riffs,
Sometime you'll have to face,
The cold hard truth that is,
There is just one answer,
Jet Fuel can't melt these riffs.
I wanna bathe,
In the safe,
Warmth,
Of fear
Wrap me in,
The cold,
Comfort of control.
Gimme a reason,
Gimme a reason,
I need something that I can't believe
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P$ in Am
03:21
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Serfin' Aotearoa
04:27
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Gambling, booze and TV,
Are all that's left to appease,
See where it gets you when you believe,
Nothing's worth doing, if not done for greed,
Keep stripping the balms,
Keeping the bottom unarmed,
See where it gets you when it gets rough,
See where it gets you, it gets you strung up.
No Crisis!
No Profit!
Put all the blame,
On men with no names,
See where it gets you when you believe,
Believe you can hoard the most basic of needs,
Keep piling sweet straw
On the backs of the poor,
See where it gets you when enough's enough,
See where it gets you, it gets you strung up.
No Crisis!
No Profit!
Hanging from lamposts,
Lining the street,
Meters of air,
Beneath well shod feet.
Swinging so soft,
In August breeze,
See what you get,
When the market is free.
The gap will close on you
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