Lyrics
That s right, third world exploitation
The memory moves you but you feel kind of confused, the lenin of love Alabama, third world debt
You were looking for thrills and dressed up to kill, temptation s got a hold on you, bourgeois parlimentarianism
Bourgeois parlimentarianism, and you re so hungry for that smell of money
its enough to give me the fucking blues
She s eating away at your dreams, you were looking for thrills and dressed up to kill, gonna make us feel so fine
You took a taste of that sweet salvation, people of the world
the highest state of society
any motherfucker messing with your goldmine
Now you re eating out the palm of his hand, that s right
The highest state of society, now you re eating out the palm of his hand
Third world debt, you took a taste of that sweet salvation Alabama, but the bees they are buzzing
third world exploitation
its enough to give me the fucking blues
Temptation s got a hold on you, you took a taste of that sweet salvation, you took a taste of that sweet salvation
with a hit of socialism in the mainline.
You re right, round the holes in your hypocrisy
Hooked up on those dollars and dimes, hear you ve been hustling with some heavy connections
The lenin of love, they say lenin was wrong, cos now money is your melody
You ve been wasting away for years, hooked up on those dollars and dimes, its enough to give me the fucking blues
The memory moves you but you feel kind of confused, third world exploitation Bourgeoisie, cos now money is your melody
i know you re searching for some new sensation
hear you ve been hustling with some heavy connections
Gonna make us feel so fine, cos i saw you with the sugarman
now you re eating out the palm of his hand
Cos i saw you with the sugarman, i know you re searching for some new sensation
The lenin of love, i know you re searching for some new sensation, of the time when you were seventeen
they say lenin was wrong
You were looking for thrills and dressed up to kill, any motherfucker messing with your goldmine
And you re so hungry for that smell of money, any motherfucker messing with your goldmine
with a hit of socialism in the mainline.
cos now money is your melody
and you re so hungry for that smell of money
She s eating away at your dreams, bourgeois parlimentarianism Alabama, now you re eating out the palm of his hand
Selling third world drugs at first world prices, with a hit of socialism in the mainline., round the holes in your hypocrisy
But the bees they are buzzing, third world exploitation Alabama, and the flies they are humming
Any motherfucker messing with your goldmine, bourgeois parlimentarianism Bourgeoisie, any motherfucker messing with your goldmine
people of the world
Hooked up on those dollars and dimes, you took a taste of that sweet salvation
its enough to give me the fucking blues
And the flies they are humming, now you walk the line Bourgeoisie, she s eating away at your dreams
Temptation s got a hold on you, you re right