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And they say Opium to the ceiling All for the love of plugs, squealing "ugh", healing No more Timberland turf, you're too soft for this Award-winning awkwardness you walking off into the office with In the rims with friends and like state trials and Paypals In nondescript homes in Arizona In sub-divided neighborhoods, with floors made of solid wood In roofs of clay tiles sits a couple million dollars Said I tried but the old me blew it Exactly how you knew I'd do it All my brothers, I would love to paint 'em Jewish Reinfiltrate the movement and assassinate the music Exaggerate the ass and face then masturbate to it The constituency brilliant but the candidates are stupid I'm too rude to ask for nudes But way too ruthless not to pursue it Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I (maybe you can feel me when I) Feel me when I say (feel me when I say) Whatever don't kill me (don't kill me, don't kill me) Gets me through the day Chorus to the horses made her body porous Absorbing up the pork made 'em enormous SongtexteFear of rape made 'em informant Fully 'shroomed in the motel room waging the torment Never trust a dope fiend with your hopes and dreams Let 'em play in museums with the dead bodies and broken things What happens when the sugar barons meet the coca kings And they beam it into space Seem to be in place at the parent teacher conference With hallucinations screaming in her face The cleaning lady crazy, she say she got a demon in the safe But it's eating through the back and soon be leaving through the gates The hollerer shouts, "Who's bright enough to pay a toddler To watch a ghoulish Oxycontin gobbler on Hanukkah?" Maybe a Phoenix-based multi-million dollar launderer Who fucked the cartels so bad, she attends court on the monitor Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I (maybe you can feel me when I) Feel me when I say (feel me when I say) Whatever don't kill me (don't kill me, don't kill me) Gets me through the day (gets me through the day) Bad trippin' through the tenderloin Slimmer than a slot to enter coins to let a nigga join A figure skater like Michelle Kwan Aluminum illuminated to a hail bomb, ice Then hold onto it like the L. Ron device Then pass the audition to the poor hands sided in Maelstrom's position Street sales in comparison pale to the Scottsdale bail bonds commission It's like trappin' out the pawn shop Gettin' close to the magic like the wrappin' on the wand box Third layer from the wave And grant absurd last prayers and first favors from the grave To crack the pipes like icy nights and turn mayors into slaves Politics bring fevers to punish dealers Adjudicate the Johnsons and stop the ring leaders The Geese Howards and King Ghidorahs Cook E in the family tree for steam fevers Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I (maybe you can feel me when I) Feel me when I say (feel me when I say) Whatever don't kill me (don't kill me, don't kill me) Gets me through the day (gets me through the day) Aus Songtexte Mania