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Now, Tommy's a good father
Of two sons and a daughter
But he wakes up and he asks himself
Why even bother?
If he cannot feed his family
The wage he's paid's insanity
Every day he's dealing with a new calamity
Lost his old occupation
But it wasn't immigration
It was a machine, automation that replaced him
Politicians left him, corruption since the recession
So he grabs his Smith and Wesson
And says he'll teach 'em all a lesson, like
Get down on the ground
It's a stick-up
Nobody makes a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
It's a stick-up
Nobody makes a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
Now first he'd lost his pension
Sunk into depression
Congress is defecting
It's been adding to the tension
Came back from war, and he's been post-traumatic stressing
Can't afford his medicine he took for his aggression
He needs help
Relying on this system that rejects him
Took away his benefits, but left him with his we apo n
Bought a one-way ticket
He's entering the thicket
To do the only thing
That he's thinking will make a difference, like
Get down on the ground
It's a stick-up
Nobody makes a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
It's a stick-up
Nobody makes a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
There's a cold wind blowing
I'm just warning and preparing ya
There's a cold wind blowing
And it's coming for America
And it's coming for America
And it's coming for America
Get down on the ground
It's a stick-up
Nobody makes a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington
It's a stick-up
Nobody makes a sound
Don't even hiccup or I'm emptying the round
I'm done playing games
So I'm going down in flames
Let it rain over Washington

Despicable
Song by Grandson
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The goodbye is the hardest part
When we find ourselves back at the start
But I'm not so brave, and I'm not so smart, no
I'm doing you a favor, doing you a favor
One day you will understand
Why I pushed you away as I am
And you will find a better man than I am
Trust, I'm doing you a favor, doing you a favor
(Ooh)
Despicable
I'm just a bottom feeder (uh-huh)
Despicable
I ain't never been a keeper (oh no)
Despicable
Love her then I leave her
And if I were you, I wouldn't love me either
Said if I were you, I wouldn't love me either
I wouldn't love me either
Despicable
The boy who fell into the sky
Had no one there to watch him cry
He looked at you with his empty eyes and said:
"I'm doing you a favor, doing you a favor."
(Ooh)
Despicable
I'm just a bottom feeder (uh… More

There's no difference between you and I
We share the same sunshine from the same sky
When it rains, it rains on both you and I
Gotta sink or swim, now it's do or die
It goes "hashtag, bodybag"
Toe tag
Shot in the chest
"Hashtag bodybag"
Even when I'm on my last breath
'Til we get reciprocity
How can we stand by?
Yesterday, I turned on the TV
I saw another man down
He was screaming
He can breathe no more
He held his hands high
But then he got struck down
Oh, he got struck down
I saw the body drop
On the six o'clock
I saw the body drop
On the six o'clock
Struck down, struck down
There's no difference between you and I
Same space and time that we occupy
We all just looking for a piece of the pie
We went blind, going eye for an eye
It goes "Hashtag bodybag"
Toe tag
Shot in the chest
"Hashtag bodybag"
Even when I'm on my last breath
'Til we get reciprocity
How can we stand by?
Yesterday, I turned on the TV
I saw another man down
He was screaming
He can breathe no more
He held his hands high
But then he got struck down
Oh, he got struck down
I saw the body drop
On the six o'clock
I saw the body drop
On the six o'clock
Struck down, struck down
I won't give any f uc ck s
I won't take no s h it
Try to burn me down
Get this whole place lit
I won't give no fu cks
I won't take no s h it
They said they want war, this is it
Let the body drop!
Then let the body drop!
Then let the body drop!
Then let the body, drop!