Songtexte Bomb Your Place of Work - Dream Drop

Tell me something I don't know
Make demands, it's all no go
Leave 'em, don't let no one throw
Temper tantrums for the low
I can fight
You just made me what I am
Yeah

Grab yourself a copy of the anarchist cookbook
Make yourself a weapon or a bomb for what he took
Look, everybody wanna make the big money rain
But never ever let them sit down on your pay
Honey, you're a slave to your wage
Trynna save face but they'll pay, yeah
What you got under your coat
Will put a hole, inside of the building he owns

Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work

Tell me something I don't know
Make demands, it's all no go
Leave 'em, don't let no one throw
Temper tantrums for the low
I can fight
You just made me what I am
Now I make demands

Flipping through the pages of the anarchist cookbook
Made myself a weapon and a bomb for what he took
Look, everybody wanna make the big money rain
But I would never let them sit down on my pay
Used to be a slave to my wage
Trynna save face but they'll pay, yeah
What you got under your coat
Will put a hole, inside of the building he owns

Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work

Chaos, madness, bomb that shit, bomb that shit, bomb that shit
Chaos, madness, bomb that shit, yeah, bomb that shit
Chaos, madness, bomb that shit, bomb that shit, bomb that shit
Chaos, madness, bomb that shit, yeah, bomb that shit

Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work
Bomb your bosses office, bomb your place of work