Mr. Please
Rare Americans
paroles Rare Americans Mr. Please

Rare Americans - Mr. Please Lyrics & Traduction

Hey, Mr. CEO, I think you outta know
What it's like down here on the wrong end of the dominoes
If I die tomorrow, may as well be John Doe
A replacement part, man, no hand up, and no quid pro quo

Hey now, hey now, everybody freeze
Listen up, listen now, one, two, three

We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna take the pain no longer
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna hear your big shot dogma
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna take the pain no longer
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna hear your big shot dogma
Big shot dogma

Hey, Mr. President, is it not evident?
People be down, man, and they keep jacking up the rent
Gotta lay my head down, I wake at sunup
Gotta take something, man, to lift me up, lift me up

Hey now, hey now, everybody freeze
Listen up, listen now, one, two, three

We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna take the pain no longer
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna hear your big shot dogma
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna take the pain no longer
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna hear your big shot dogma
Big shot dogma

The average marriage lasts seven years
Average guy drinks 126 gallons of beer
We spend nine hours a day on screens
No wonder people seem so mean

We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna take the pain no longer
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna hear your big shot dogma


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