Из альбома: Paradise

You better watch who you call "backwards,"
Who you call "uncivilized"
Treat people like pigeons, I hope they peck out your eyes
Throwing crumbs and passing judgement,
nobody asked you to import that shit
I see paradise and you see pavement,
Your renovations make a mess of it
Erect monuments to excess, until there's no room left
We'll turn this place into a tomb

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