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Honkey, please, you haven't got a soul but you want to tell us all how you been rocking and rolling You need a neck brace 'cause your head is so swollen My soul is in the breeze it isn't something I'm controlling It gets planted like seeds and I see everywhere it's growingWay before me, way before my time there used to be a couple mastermindsWent down to LA and bought up all the train lines Now you got to move to (San) Francisco for good public transportation Now you got to make a list of all your angered inspirationsHonkey, please, you haven't got a soul but you want to tell us all how you been rocking and rolling You need a neck brace 'cause your head is so swollen My soul is in the breeze it isn't something I'm controlling It gets planted like seeds and I see everywhere it's growingIt used to be a field now it's a grocery store and it's oozing out pollution to the spiritually poor Selling that trash right to your front door your looking dumber in your hummer but you want more plastic passion down in the mall where urban sprawl is gonna suck it all I don't know if karma is true but I hope it is when it comes to you Oh no, the things you've done, wouldn't you already be dead and gone? From Letras Mania