Guns & Toilet Paper
Contaminated by a manic impulsion
Resilient to logic, with a buying compulsion
Untethered from reason or rhyme
Just for a dollar, a nickel or a dime
Hoarding guns and toilet paper
Shooting first, wiping your ass later
Living on food stamps and in trailers
As savings dry up with banks and traders
Foreclosure's outside the realm of consciousness
The future is nigh but all we see is selfishness
Let the chips fall where they may
Today's my treasure, tomorrow's your dismay
Hoarding guns and toilet paper
Shooting first, wiping your ass later
Living on food stamps and in trailers
As savings dry up with banks and traders
Hunker down in your stubborn oblivion
Mind what's yours and fuck what they'll live on
Inch by inch and mile by mile
What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine
Hoarding guns and toilet paper
Shooting first, wiping your ass later
Living on food stamps and in trailers
As savings dry up with banks and traders
Incessant beats from an unhinged clock
A charade that must stay behind key and lock
But when revelation you, finally, unblock
Squeeze the trigger, honey and release that Glock
(release that Glock)
Resilient to logic, with a buying compulsion
Untethered from reason or rhyme
Just for a dollar, a nickel or a dime
Hoarding guns and toilet paper
Shooting first, wiping your ass later
Living on food stamps and in trailers
As savings dry up with banks and traders
Foreclosure's outside the realm of consciousness
The future is nigh but all we see is selfishness
Let the chips fall where they may
Today's my treasure, tomorrow's your dismay
Hoarding guns and toilet paper
Shooting first, wiping your ass later
Living on food stamps and in trailers
As savings dry up with banks and traders
Hunker down in your stubborn oblivion
Mind what's yours and fuck what they'll live on
Inch by inch and mile by mile
What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine
Hoarding guns and toilet paper
Shooting first, wiping your ass later
Living on food stamps and in trailers
As savings dry up with banks and traders
Incessant beats from an unhinged clock
A charade that must stay behind key and lock
But when revelation you, finally, unblock
Squeeze the trigger, honey and release that Glock
(release that Glock)
Credits
Writer(s): Jason P D Boyd, Sasha Sirota, Nabeel Yousuf Zahid
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