Wiz Khan Son - You Should Lyrics

All hacks and quacks
So tacky and wack
Lacking in knack
And slacking in fact

Overindulgence is the curse of the poor performer
Memorized in action, emoting a storm or
Reciting rehearsals rehashed
Fondling their ego, it's trash
Divulging this secret
Secretes some of the pain
Relieving pangs that bang
I'm, o, so ever vain

What a really nice treat
To be praised like, that's neat
So please, don't try flatter
With words that don't matter

Chivalry should've died
When the last knight
Removed his armour
Why you ignore
As I open the door
A respected chore
Expected labour
We'll settle this score
Some other day, boor
You're not my paramour

All you are fakes
Resting bitch face
That's a disgrace
To spray with mace
With not a trace
Of taste or good grace

Astrological speculation
A negation of astronomy's signification
Pseudoscience in defiance
Of conscience and science

My apology
Astrology

Belief in bullshit
To be a nitwit
See signals and signs
Of gospel writ lines
To hope and to pray
We'll see god one day

We'll all be okay

I'm not your trophy
Just let me be free
Don't kneel and don't pray
Or see me Sunday

Now be a greek goddess
And believe in goodness
Then will you see progress
Religion enslaves
And makes one a knave
See homeless perplexed
Messiah complex
Sinner of sodomy
It's called monogamy
Polyamorous whore
Find just one to adore
You have to earn love
You're not just some dove
Win my heart over
Or hope on a clover

I see so much judgement in your eyes
Guess your daddy didn't dry those cries
When you went on to kill our mother
And you didn't even stop to bother
To see or hear her die
In denial of your lies

RIP
Mother earth
Who gave us birth
Year here

To be bigoted of biased beliefs
Makes one worse than cutthroats and thieves
When we merely mean to spot pious mischief
It's all borrowed brainwashed garbage, good grief

Who needs to download another shit app
Why don't we all just start giving a crap