Bureaucrat of Flaccostreet

歌詞

Speakin' of the brother, and there ain't no other Could be your brother, created by any mother Mr easyway in true perfection Perfectin' each section of life restorin' his action Action wheelin' for feelin', with minute hard pendulum A fraction of a timetable wheel o' fortune The clock keeps tickin' 'n tockin', tockin' 'n tickin' My man is clockin' 'n thinkin', figurin' Ways in the place to boost some adrenaline Pushin' his men to send men on a long trip Long mile, freezin' time with files Taggin'. lady secretaries with ambigeous smiles Gallons of coffee, to blacken the throat Lives in perspective, with a grey raincoat I'm the epitomy of a perpetual drag What's sad is the fact there's no turnin' back I' the bureaucrat, I ain't got time for this and that I' the bureaucrat, I ain't got time for this and that Every now and then mr bureaucrat feels fine Havin' the power - makin' me stand in line Peekin' 'n seekin' in desks Ways 'n plays to stress Up his ass is my gesture Showin' feelings is meaningless, he gets pleasure Lickin' the heels above, tramplin' the heads below Deeds of a pauper are so shallow Mr jones owns a house for submission Throw out chest to the wife, that old sexposition A brain stained, dipped in frustration Rotation occassion destinationnation street Speedin' tha feet for tha buzz 'n fuzz Sir average bringin' home the bacon, nothin' to discuss