时间：2010-03-08
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The Stick (Explicit) - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
Written by：Ted Leo
Anxious mofo
My twin my friend
Election time again I wish that I was dead
Some conversation
If you're well read
To calm the storm of sh*t that's raging in my head
While languishing in basements
Ten million corpses lashed to beds
Atrophied to archetypes by all the able artists overhead
Mixed light of evening
Sky of the sea
You take the old north road 'cause that's where you feel free
Your hidden back roads
Your hidden dreams
A hidden cigarette that actually helps you breathe
Play an ancient mix tape
Attempt a break from your routine
But dark on the horizon form that's never fully come
To being
Still need a reason for your unease
You think the government it wants you on your knees
But I'll tell you something
And here it is
They want you driving to the supermarket buying milk and
Cheese
And generating taxes to fuel their corn subsidies
You're either nibbling at the carrot
Or you get beat with the fasces
