Luyện nghe bài hát The Stick

Anxious mofo, my twin, my
Election time again, I wish that I was
conversation, if you're well read
To calm the of shit that's raging in my head

languishing in basements
Ten million corpses to beds
to archetypes
By all the able artists

Mixed of evening, sky of the sea
You the Old North Road
'Cause that's where you free

Your hidden roads
Your hidden
A cigarette
That helps you breathe

Play an mix tape
Attempt a break from the
But on the horizon
Form that's never fully to being

need a reason for your unease
You the government, it wants you on your knees
But I'll tell you and here it is
They want you driving to the
Buying milk and

taxes
To fuel corn subsidies
either nibbling at the carrot
Or you get with the fasces