I'm so sick
And tired of it
And the droid legions
Are givin me a fit
And i don't understand why this mechanical hand
Is squeezin my throat and rulin the land
When the sweet wild Earth's only lord is Pan, oh yeah
Oh man sick of the Death Star
Oh it's no fun at all.
I'm so tired
Of ones and zeros
Cause the world ain't
Just black and white
And i wish that guy would go fly a kite
Cause the winds of change are blowin tonight
And real wolves don't sing to the fake moon's light, alright
Oh man sick of the Death Star
Oh it's no fun at all.
I'm so sick of livin under the Death Star
The dead cold gaze of an inhuman pretender
Material wealth is a fucking imposter
And the wealth of the West is genocide's daughter
But poverty of heart is what you asked for
And poverty of spirit is what you'll vote for
Cause you were programmed thus and Earth's children will pay for
The cold dead light of the radiant Death Star
Oh man sick of the Death Star
Oh it's no fun at all.
No fun.
credits
from FYZ 66,
released January 15, 2016
Caitie Jane Parsons - Drums and yells
Jesse Tart - Vocals and guitar and lyrics
Seth Leon - Guitar and yells
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