Kommunist Kid - KKid lyrics

[Verse 1: Kommunist Kid] Violins, background of violence That sound of giant guns, mad crowd high on dim Prospects of hiring, facts loud: most of em' nigh on life Pleading annihilate, the bad they drank the Nile rill Run off but fire again Operate under the veil of secrecy Operas made, bout the deals of d**h to free, mentally a heady breeze Wanting me to water it down, just be a moderate clown But the fodder's in town, gotcha daughter's grin now Din is hottest in sound with an atomic soul Obama's hope, pales in juxtapose to lottery found Fording, pop the vitriolic vitamins Can't afford to be caressed like Vogons coerced by the dying men