Thalo - History Rhymes paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson History Rhymes - Thalo




And so, you don't believe
We've just run out of time
I know that you can't see
But I can see just fine
So let's open your eyes
Let's get you wise
This has all been done before
And I think you know
Deep inside
The lie isn't tracking anymore
So, if you want some meat on your platter
Gotta make the cats a little bit fatter
Wanna believe that I'd be just fine
Eating fake bread and drinking bad wine
But it's now, or maybe it's never
Either way, I can't help but know better
Than to believe that everything's fine
When everyone knows that history rhymes
So yeah, we're out of time
But look, we've got a guide
If we'd only look inside
It's a nightmare, and it's not fair
But don't act like they wouldn't fucking go there
They told you, they're gonna mold you
And if they can't, they're gonna more than fucking scold you
And it's cold, true, such a bleak view
But if we don't start something by year two
We're gonna lose
And I don't know about you
But if the cats wanna take from my platter
Then the cats are gonna get a little bit flatter
I won't stand by and let them decide
Who gets to live and who has to die
Cause it's now or, baby, it's never
Put down your pens, stop writing them letters
If they could read them, they would just sigh
Fall on no swords and fall back in line
I think the chickens coming home to roost
Are boutta blow the coop
And now it's clear it's been way too long
We gotta board the fucking doors and loose
Some arrows off the roof
If we don't wanna be hanging from
Trees, thanks to police
Watching them do whatever they please
To our bodies, to our country
We'll spend a lifetime paying for peace
If we don't rip those fuckers from power
Give up on the bumper stickers and flowers
Show them that kindness, truth, and love
Don't equal weakness when push comes to shove
And if the cats wanna take from my platter
Then the cats are gonna get a little bit flatter
I won't stand by and let them decide
Who gets to live and who has to die
Cause it's now or, baby, it's never
They think we're easy, but I know better
Reason may be our weapon of choice
But that doesn't mean we've no other toys



Writer(s): John Harbison


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