1. |
Just A Number
02:30
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Verse 1:
I'm just a number and that's OK
Gotta keep a roof over my daughter's head
So I just need to get paid
I'm traumatized by the time that I got laid
Off from my job two weeks before her first birthday
Chorus:
I'm just a motherfucking number
You're just a motherfucking number
We're all just motherfucking numbers
And that's OK
Verse 2:
They love to say that we're like family
Then fuck you out upon your ear
Without insurance for your baby
Human resources are just enforcers for CEO clowns
Shoulds, woulda, coulda, it's too late for all that now
Verse 3:
Millennials are jaded from doing everything right
Educated for promises
Of a better life
Go above, go beyond, prove your value to be rewarded
Gen Z, you're watching this lie, feel free to blow it up tonight
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2. |
The Digital Equivalent
02:32
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Verse 1:
They say, it's OK, because Spotify pays
Let me tell you about the 53 cents that I made
It took a year and a half
Can't exactly feed a family for that
Can't even buy a guitar pick with that
Verse 2:
OK, turn away, from the awkward point we make
Don't let our inconvenience inconvenience you
It takes two thousand plays to make a dollar
Financially selling CDs at gigs was better
Chorus:
Spotify is the digital equivalent of smearing shit in our
Spotify is the digital equivalent of smearing shit in our face
Verse 3:
Spotify say, they won't pay, for songs with fewer than a thousand plays
They'll give the revenue to major artists instead
It might only be a dime but that dime is mine
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3. |
Gently But Firmly
03:10
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Verse 1:
Walking with my baby in her stroller
Around our neighborhood in Queens
There's always some motherfucker
Not stopping at the crossing
When there's a stop sign
Chorus:
I want to gently press my thumb down on your windpipe
Gently but firmly
I want to gently press my thumb down on your windpipe
And I'll stop when you can't breathe
Verse 2:
Assholes in my neighborhood on quad bikes
And on dirt bikes too
These dipshits ignore lights at crossings
You'd think that cops would do...
Something...but they won't...so...
Verse 3
I cannot fail to mention cyclists
They act so smug and self-righteous
They give as little of a fuck as drivers
Ignoring lights and pedestrians too
I bet you know what I'd like to do
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4. |
I Stole the Crown
04:10
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Verse 1:
I thought you were looking for me
I must have been wrong
I thought I was looking for you
But that was in a different song
Pre-chorus:
And you cold never reveal yourself to me, oh no
And you could never eat or sleep with me, no no
Verse 2:
I didn't think it would end like this
But what can we do now
I didn't think it would end at all
But I knocked off your crown
Chorus:
I stole the crown and I will not give it back
I stole it fair and square
You can't say anything to that
Verse 3:
I don't know what you thought you'd find
But I don't mind
I am guilty of all crimes
Now you just don't have the time
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The Dirty Immigrant Queens, New York
There are some silly lyric videos on YouTube: www.youtube.com/channel/UCjLoWhm5DfnXBTaPIPIyj8Q
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