A Bad Itch Songtext
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the sound of gunfire comes pounding down the street,
the bpm around 110...
ya hear it on the TV, It's always on the tube -
the victims always look like you...
the foundation's cracking, even store bought rebels know -
think of all the places you won't go...
`cause now you see a stranger and you cross the street -
walk straight ahead and listen for his feet now...there it is again...
negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain...
the bpm around 110...
ya hear it on the TV, It's always on the tube -
the victims always look like you...
the foundation's cracking, even store bought rebels know -
think of all the places you won't go...
`cause now you see a stranger and you cross the street -
walk straight ahead and listen for his feet now...there it is again...
negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain...
it's gettin hard not to say this - there's something we gotta face here...
the little words that slip out: you better think about what you're thinking,
when you pin the blame on people you don't know..
we used to speak of justice, not self preservation -
but sometimes you talk about getting a gun now...there it is again...
negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain...
it's gettin hard not to ask this: are you becoming a racist?
the little words that slip out: you better think about what you're thinking,
when you pin the blame on people you don't know..
we used to speak of justice, not self preservation -
but sometimes you talk about getting a gun now...there it is again...
negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain...
it's gettin hard not to ask this: are you becoming a racist?
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