paroles de chanson Cynikaliosis - Chords
Might
be
a
little
cynical
at
times,
But
I
feel
I
earned
that
right
throughout
the
years,
you
know
Now
It
might
sound
a
little
bit
bleak
When
I
speak
on
the
Mic
Like
I′m
in
the
shadow
creeping
like
a
thief
in
the
night
But
the
thought
pops
up
that
it
all
comes
down
to
Who
got
muscle,
who
got
hustle
when
it
all
comes
round
Cause
the
bigger
the
gun
seems,
the
bigger
the
payoff
And
every
player
out
there's,
quitting
his
day
job
To
get
a
piece
of
pie,
a
spoon
full
of
gravy
Cruise
a
Mercedes,
home
to
a
room
full
of
Ladies
Understand,
it
has
a
rubber
band-effect
And
it′s
coming
back
to
get
all
the
money
you
collected
And
when
it
does,
man,
it's
stings
on
the
rewind
Can't
cut
corners,
no
such
thing
as
a
free
ride
Caught
you
a
break,
so
you
thought
it
was
safe
But
all
the
mistakes
you
made
got
you
lost
in
the
race,
man
I
used
to
doubt
it,
now
I′m
all
about
it
Show
your
peace-signs,
turn
it
up
a
little
louder,
like
Doctor,
give
me
my
prognosis
Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis
I
was
feeling
fine
till
yesterday
Maybe
you
and
I
should
focus
Cynikaliosis
Feeding
us
the
lie,
we
never
wait
Now
people
don′t
react,
we
just
sleep
on
the
fact
That
the
blood
is
in
the
street,
knee-deep
in
Iraq
Our
politicians
up
and
told
us
– step
aside
cause
it's
fight
night
Media
they
kept
us
mesmerized
by
the
bright
lights
Government
– headed
up
by
borderline
psycho
(wow)
What
good
is
freedom
if
it′s
only
for
white
folks
(damn)
This
ain't
no
wrestle
mania,
man
Unless
your
residence
is
on
Pennsylvania
Ave
It′s
like
the
wild,
wild
west
Where
the
marshal
is
the
outlaw
Ducked
when
he
swung,
but
he
caught
you
with
his
south
paw
The
shit
is
giving
me
a
ulcerdoe
All
these
free-masons
mixed
up
with
skulls
and
bones
All
these
white-collar
crooks
get
their
business
poppin
And
all
you
do
is
think
about
your
Christmas
shopping
Well,
grab
what
you
can,
but
don't
let
it
fool
you
See
the
mans
got
a
plan,
and
it
doesn′t
include
you,
like
Doctor,
give
me
my
prognosis
Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis
I
was
feeling
fine
till
yesterday
Maybe
you
and
I
should
focus
Cynikaliosis
Feeding
us
the
lie,
we
never
wait
You
can
take
the
shoes
of
my
feet
and
move
it
along
I
won't
loose
any
sleep
over
nothing
that
small
But
don't
take
my
mind
of
what′s
right
and
what′s
wrong
See,
we
need
our
vision
to
see
where
we
going
And
I
know,
and
I
know
it's
about
time
and
the
money
and
the
money
and
time
Working
man
at
his
house
saying:
honey
I′m
trying
To
get
you
everything
you
want,
outrunning
the
line
Nine-to-five,
night
shifts,
till
one
of
us
dies
So
you
can
look
like
Kate
Blanchet
or
Scarlett
Johansen
Parade
around
the
block
in
the
hottest
new
fashion
Million-dollar
smile
while
you
shop
at
the
mall
While
I
wait
around
the
house
for
the
doctor
to
call,
And
say:
-Hello?
-Mister
Reisch.
I'm
afraid
a
have
some
bad
news
for
you.
-Ugh,
ok.
-Well,
the
test
results
are
back
and
quite
frankly,
it
ain′t
looking
to
good
-Wait,
whats
wrong?
-It's
a
dismount
prognosis
for
you.
-Ok.
-Yeah,
very
bad
to
say
the
least.
Doctor,
give
me
my
prognosis
Cyni-Cyni-Cyni-Cynikaliosis
I
was
feeling
fine
till
yesterday
Maybe
you
and
I
should
focus
Feeding
us
the
lie,
we
never
wait
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