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​Payday

This song is by Dan Bull and appears on the album Generation Gaming VIII (2015).

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Newspapers strewn, warm bodies sprawling
Appalling, it'll be in the papers tomorrow morning
Along with mourning, the names of the fallen
Embodied in bold print for you to take as a warning
Never intervene with the American dream
We do whatever for the green, fill you with lead up in the streets
For that liquid cash, hot red liquid splash marks
Spattered on your dash then dash, brash
We bring the hustle back to sinew and muscle
Cracked bone, cracked glass, cracked windows in the tussle
Flash ringing from the muzzle till you're cinders in the rubble
I don't value pigs unless they're sniffing for the Truffles

I'm singing for the struggle, what you bringing to the scuffle?
I'm about to come and stick a pin into your bubble
Here's a cop killer for your trouble, blood spattered on the asphalt
But it doesn't matter, rat a tat tat, fuck a black mask
When death is entertainment then I'd better act daft
Like the Beatles on the rooftop
The police'll never let it be or get me to stop
You or me are going to soon drop
Down a staircase flight or fire escape
To a violent fate, fight or flight kick in right away
Rotate, but there's no turning back, you're going to roast
Flames are going to burn your back, murder rap

I'm sure you've heard of that, this is the real deal
No limit to who we'll do in and what we'll steal
And if you feel ill, then you can go away
This is the USA, if you can't take it you'll be thrown away
But if you don't back down you'll be blown away
Your wife'll tell your kids, "Daddy isn't coming home today"
Mayday, mayday, the situation's getting cray-cray
I'm Jesse James in his heyday, I'll face your grenades, melee weapons, AKs
Arrange the date of your funeral and the wake is my payday
They'll say that you were brave, pray
For the angels to change, the state's got to save face
I say grace, 'cause tonight you dine in paradise
While I take a plane, hijack a flight to Paraguay
I can't taste the prepackaged airline meal
And I can't say what the hell I feel

You made a dogs dinner on a dog day afternoon
I must be off, sorry but I'm going have to shoot
Said You made a dogs dinner on a dog day afternoon
I must be off, sorry but I'm going have to shoot

In God we trust
In God we trust