Adam Dub - Holy Taxation lyrics

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Adam Dub - Holy Taxation lyrics

I have stopped looking for my Cleopatra What is the point when soon after my kin would k** me, recording it all on camera And share it with ISIS via Bluetooth, a modern day opera Im in my bulletproof waistcoat, automatic shawl, always dress without a manual Going hard all day is all natural, such is my tantra Girls are confused, saying I am hot like the sun out in Accra And cold like the weather around the frozen Niagara So I am living solitary, all alone like a dromedary Everything is temporary, when I wrote this originally This line was the octonary, my life is nothing of ordinary Became an alcoholic voluntarily, just to cry and b**h about it Hypocrisy at its finest, right, I just have announced it Was thinking to become a politician, but in lack of a poker face So I thought writing is more like it, it doesn't require a sober phase Rhyming for my bank note just as William Butler Yeats Dress like a dandy, cranky like a granny, biased like the Grammy History does repeat itself, the Russians once again are in our pantry That's why for my life it is not enough anymore to conquer lady panties Or to participate in penny antes Typing in my pijamas with the penny loafers on I have warned you about my contradictory likeness, what are you snorting for? Trying to get on the top of the mountain Just to jump down as a result of all of the doubting Praying for a not functioning parachute, acknowledge it without any shouting Thousand miles below my lifeless body is found in a fountain The next moment I remember is waking up in a farmer's house Accompanied with a smile he serves me fresh cheese, bread and brussel sprouts Then he opened his mouth „boy you surely have luck, your body found the way into the youth's fountain” My heart was pounding Looked at the sky, „Lord, I acknowledged your plan” was what I shouted The man offered me whiskey, we drank it quickly, i said my gratitude and was on my departure Called for a yellow taxi, as I wasn't in Kansas anymore, then called my accountant Told him to make sure he submits my tax statement There are some things which even I cant circumvent So I rather pay the circus rent. Rode away in the sunset drinking scotch, eating ham, in a Turkish's cab And I paid with yens.

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