FOUR PIECE FEED LYRICS

"Schapelle And The Space Ape"

With pockets overflowing our hands reach out for more. With stomachs ever growing now who will feed the poor? Our spit lands on the soldiers who protect our very lives. Their courage procures our freedom, while their backs reveal our knives. Professing to be wise yet it is fools we have become, as rhetoric overshadows common sense. With morals out of fashion it's not cool to have a voice, so let's all take a seat here on the fence. As insecurity plagues us, we drag each other down, until there's no-one left to save us, or see me wear the crown. So if it all is futile, this quest for autonomy; why do I choose to play the game? Please give me eyes to see. Professing to be wise yet it is fools we have become, as rhetoric overshadows common sense. With morals out of fashion it's not cool to have a voice, so let's all take a seat here on the fence.

Thanks to Louis CK for these lyrics

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