Pro-test - Skinny Puppy

Hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing

Where within the space can anything feel certain?

Look into the future make out the word speak

Send in the spies to watch them

Creepy are the people unable to do something

Sitting on an armchair fenced in their creation

Look up to be there, anywhere is somewhere

Itchy past scratch the itch

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

Feel about a nation

So precious is the freedom

Carousel the brass ring

Reach into a black mass

So it’s corroded

So it’s polluted

We all want some of it

Maybe all the people now left without no loving

Where with all the strength gone better see it coming

Get off the fence trip

Rip up the garbage

Make it up to the Earth, bitch

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

Be a politician

Eroding all your freedoms

Down the rabbit hole cracks

Money markets fall

Through a looking glass

Time becomes too fast

All to benefit the rich

So keep eating from the apple

Inches from the center

Shaken to the core

Until it doesn’t matter

No one to turn to

Nowhere to run to

Better the bomb to blow it

(Hit me)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

(Hit me! Hit me!)

(In the streets)

Hit me in the streets

Hold it!

Now just hold it right there!

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