Резина feat. Ron Gallipoli - Economy of Shit
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Hello cousin
I hope your hotel room is nice
Dear cousin
I'm sorry, this has to be done

You know how things can change

My cousin now
I see very clearly
We are doing transactions in the economy of shit
Our grandfathers would not have done like this
They would have demanded
the conversation of blades

Time ripens
We must listen to the swallows when they tell us the seasons have changed

I knew you once
But now I see
The economy of shit has frightened your soul right out of your body
Like a spider from a tomb
Now you perch on a fencepost
Like in a cricket in a flood

In floods, old friend
The cricket and the spider make amends
For the sake of staying dry

Candy Crush
That's how you spend your days
Can I have your wife?
You're not using her anyway
Can I have your wife?
You're not using her anyway.

So take your Gucci handbag
dignified old man
Call your wives
unless you want to leave one behind for me
You're not using her anyway

Watch you don't trip on the carpet
I now your shoes are not for running
Make yourself comfortable on a very slightly reduced income
Peace be upon you

You son of a camel
Son of a camel
Sawdust in the heart
Shards in the glass in the heart

Insults must be ignored I guess
To prosper in this miracle age
I'll allow your men to lay hands upon me
If you're too chickenshit to compete
in the conversation of blades

But know that you are a she-goat now,
to be traded and sold in the market,
you are a chattel
in the economy of shit
Peace be upon you!
You are a she-goat now,
to be bought and sold, a chattel,
in the economy of shit,
you are a chattel.

Peace be upon you, cousin