The Anti-Corporate Beach Party Songtext
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I heard about a little buzz.
Wondered what the fuss was all about.
'It's down by the water.' I keep hearing.
But a fence keeps us out.
What could be a possible reason
For this restriction from the shore.
Then we see it in the moon light.
this pirate ship looks just like a department store.
The S.S. Targexpress floats up in the bay and I smell.
Wondered what the fuss was all about.
'It's down by the water.' I keep hearing.
But a fence keeps us out.
What could be a possible reason
For this restriction from the shore.
Then we see it in the moon light.
this pirate ship looks just like a department store.
The S.S. Targexpress floats up in the bay and I smell.
Mexican food and brand new shoes and we hear the screams from hell.
Coming from below the deck they start low and crescendo.
I see some people laughing.
You don't even know.
You're about to choke on your burrito.
That was the night we burnt that ship to the waterline.
Sat back on the shore and watched the fire.
A halo appears above the ship in the light of the moon.
It's the souls of migrant farmers and children working on Wal-Mart sweat suits.
People I've never seen before but still call my friends
Congregate, ask each other for strength and we move to the front of the crowd
To tear this fucking fence.
This food turns to blood and dust in my mouth.
Get free.
What we need we'll give to each other.
Stay fast,
To the new bottom line. To your sisters, and your brothers.
Sat back on the shore and watched the fire
Coming from below the deck they start low and crescendo.
I see some people laughing.
You don't even know.
You're about to choke on your burrito.
That was the night we burnt that ship to the waterline.
Sat back on the shore and watched the fire.
A halo appears above the ship in the light of the moon.
It's the souls of migrant farmers and children working on Wal-Mart sweat suits.
People I've never seen before but still call my friends
Congregate, ask each other for strength and we move to the front of the crowd
To tear this fucking fence.
This food turns to blood and dust in my mouth.
Get free.
What we need we'll give to each other.
Stay fast,
To the new bottom line. To your sisters, and your brothers.
Sat back on the shore and watched the fire
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