Life of Roger

The year is nineteen-eighty four
The man was born way before Game Of Thrones
He had a drinking problem
But he fought with all his flesh and bones
He felt alone although he was always in the zone
Barna, Catalonia he had to defend his home
So watch your tone
Supporting independence is fundamental
Can't be gentle with our rivals that's essencial, maybe vital
They think he's crazy but he's probably in denial
He needs the bible to guide him from being entitled to everything
Excluding opinions
And basic facilities to facilitate
Heath, transport and educate
So than he medicates
He's so high he levitates
His team won he celebrates
Now quickly things will escalate
Caught in the crossfire of the warzone in my lonesome
I'm smoking weed, because smoke grenades give me pneumonia
I meant to phone you
'Cause this whole this is just a load of bologna
You need to show me you ain't phony like the ones who loathe me
And take a stand for whatever you're known for
Represent and take a bow if 2 political parties don't own you
Ain't got the right to vote
Send the SWAT team high on coke
To choke innocent civilians by the millions

Agarraos a vuestros anos y prepararos
Porque Roger ya ha llegado y lleva un taper en sus manos
Se ha plantado alborotado
Cerebro agotado esta cansado
Que la gente crea que es un bicho raro
Te has enterado? Aliens han sido confirmados
Establishment quiere ocultar todos los putos datos
Eso no es todo prepararos para lo peor
Iréis a prision si decis cabron a algun Borbón
Woops mierda
En que marron me he metido?
Pero tranquilos, en el videoclip ya metere un pitido
Te lo has creido? No forma parte de mi estilo
Yo nunca me censuro cuando cojo el micro
Resumiendo, nada en este mundo es cierto
Si eres bueno comerás cemento, y de momento
Nada refuta este argumento
Cumple las normas como una monja encerrada en su convento
Perdóname señor si estoy lento
Pero el mundo esta mas podrido de lo que lo estoy yo por dentro
Asi que de momento, dejarse llevar
Fumar para olvidar i un vade con colegas pa cenar
Eeeee

He keep going for that
He keep searching for that
Come back
Come back

He still going for that
Still searching for that
Come back
Come back

Dark past flashback
Here to write the soundtrack
Started with a club ID, flag over the bed
Don't get me started how time sped
Cheering for the fine thread
Dark blue, wine red

Wanna know whats its like to be me? Be the drunkest
Cap stranded in the middle of the Atlantic with no compass
I've created one list
Things you didn't know about these capitalists
Imperialists and the masked puppeteers behind the static mist

There's an urgent announcement, turn the volume up
The broadcast will resume after the World Cup
Ready to consume in the newsroom "Kaboom!"
Mics flying at your face like rice at the groom
Strikes fill the streets til we're out of Christ tombs
Rights we ain't getting from social heights so soon
It's a slow tune, so I'll
Put on my guy mask and rebel costume
And smoke two

I'm writing this letter from jail not ready to make bail
At this point in time you should know that the justice system faild
I was deluded and I will be executed
Very stupid for making music the king can't groove with
So then i lose it, the constitution's undisputed
Civilian clueless, i'm only human and they're mutants
They can be ruthless when they are lucid
The H.A.R.M. crew I write this to you it's been 2 years

He keep going for that
He keep searching for that
Come back
Come back

He still searching for that
Still searching for that
Come back
Come back



Credits
Writer(s): Hugor Hosken
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