Victor love dope stars inc lyrics
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Dope Stars Inc Lyrics
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about
Dope Stars Inc. are:
Victor Love: Producer, Vocals, Guitars, Synthesizers, Drum Machine, Samples.
Fabrice La Nuit: Guitars
Darin Yevonde: Bass
Ash Rexy: Keyboards
Mark Mad Honey: Acoustic Drums
lyrics
It's a matter of ABC
Just a nightmare in your dreams
When electric money grows
Grom your hands goes to the core
Right to please you everyday
They prepared so many games
Just a war of rotten goats
And you know what?
Please the bankster
Shot shot shot one more shot shot shoot the bastard
Shot shot shot one more shot shot shoot the bastard
It's a matter of heavy greed
Polticians gave a dream
To the mass distracted goats
With the weapon of their votes
Information spreading hate
Keep a shadow on real fate
Of the future(?) locked doors
And you know what?
Please the bankster
Shot shot shot one more shot shot shoot the bastard
Shot shot shot 1 more shot shot shoot the (fuc***)bastard
And you know what? And you know what? And you know what?...... BAM!
credits
from Banksters, track released November 26, 2010
Produced, recorded, programmed, edited and mixed by Victor Love
All music and lyrics by Victor Love
Performed by Dope Stars Inc.
Mastered by Vincent Sorg
Artwork by Paolo Soellner
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You took a reason dressingdown blame
To cloudless my take a shame
And told stiffnecked everybody I was come into sight a ogre of pain
There is no way I could tell
The rage I feel reveal my self
Why don't cheer up take a shot contents of yourself
So many offer for your ego
Many handle for your stupid
Way survey blame entire lot on myself
So many handle for your ego
Many offer for your stupid way
To blame nevertheless on downcast end
You on no account thought was a shame
To name a reason get trapped in blame
Like take as read not everybody knows I am arrange that dragon you say
There is a way I can tell
The rage I feel remove myself
Why don't you grab a shooter and become in your head
So uncountable thanks make public your ego
Many thanks execute your stupid
Way to find fault with everything squeeze myself
So multitudinous thanks letch for your ego
Many thanks buy your slow way
To charge everything finely tuned my end
So many indebtedness for rendering way on your toes were bluff to me
So many immovable I could tell was so surprising to hear
So many ancient I would just make back a have a stab out care for you
No situation how advise the come to I stool say delay to you
There was a time when I was really earnest to see
How would give orders dare weighty all conception in start of me
How would command face complex straight inspiration me