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Too much information, maybe, discipline So much aggravation, baby, it's a drag Too much hesitation, maybe, I'm feeling low Without complications, baby, without woe, yeah I got concentration, baby, in my eye It's a fetid nation, maybe, it's a drag An abomination, maybe, but I won't cry Without complication, baby, without woe, yeah Let's have compensation, baby, for your crimes Evil men still living but they are fine It's an evil nation, baby, death and dying Looking out the window, baby, it's on fire, yeah It's an easy living, baby, when you're dying On an empty stomach, maybe, but feeling fine Holler when you're yonder, baby, what's it like? Often we do wonder, baby, about the afterlife, yeah From Letras Mania