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Digital

hey little boy space cowboy yo yo space i likka yo face imma spray you wit mace i likka likka yo fancy lace bro imma hit you in yo face i love winning

digital Shorty check the dashboard in my lambo and it's digital Digital digital everything digital Shorty look at my watch and I bet that thing digital Digital digital everything digital Digital digital

I saw a young white boy open up the door For an old black lady who was walkin? in the store And it hit me, yeah, it me, things ain't all that bad I saw

is a lazy middle class intellectual My mommy's on valium, she's so ineffectual 21St Centry Digital Boy 21St Centry Digital Boy 21St Centry Digital Boy 21St Centry Digital

A house of cards A supple heart Is not a place to dwell Now you have your cake Don't hesitate Come on just do it, Come on just do it Put it in your

Did it all get real, I guess it's real enough They got refrigerators full of blood Another century spent pointing guns At anything that moves Sometimes

Some plans were made and rice was thrown A house was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow amazes me So I raise my glass to symmetry

Johnny Hobson was a good man He used to loan me books and mic stands He even got me a subscription To the Socialist Review Listening to records in his

First with your hands, then with your mouth A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds I was a fool, you were my friend We made it happen You took off your