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03. Thank God It’s Them (Instead Of You)

Akira The Don

  • Uploaded on
    December 19, 2011
  • Recorded at
    Don Studios IV
  • Produced by
    Akira The Don
  • Mixed by
    Akira The Don
  • Mastered by
    Gaz Williams
  • Artwork by
    Akira The Don
  • Additional Personnel
    Joey2tits and James Harrison on SYNTHS A VIBES

LYRICS:

the tin pot foreign general and the old iron lady
was dancing
bombs rained like confetti
guts hung like spaghetti
serengeti
on the stage
legs spread like plague
and meanwhile lickle dave was going crazy in the rave
king is gone but he’s not forgotten
old black joe still picking cotton
for your ribbons and bows
just like everybody knows
so they froze like prose in the memory
singing

rah rah rah
we’re going to run the world
ha ha ha
we dont account to noone

and tonight

thank god its them
instead of you

(it’s not you
Woo!
it’s not you)

i couldnt think
of nothing worse to do

thank god it’s them
instead of you
(down on your knees to your deity
beg death on they families)

i couldn’t think
of nothing worse to do

now
as i recline with my big spliff
there’s nothin on my mind but christmas
cos this years nothing like last christmas
i’m getting a baby this christmas
an now i gotta worry bout the bonos of this word
fillin up his head with horror
(or her if it’s a girl)
thinkin how we train our babies
to believe in an omnipresent
all seeing judgemental god in exchange for presents
then level up to government
and popes
sounds like a joke huh
sounds like a very good plan
man, sound like a scam
so should i send my son to school to get shouted
and shitted on
give him a girls name like sue in that song
or give him kung fu
so he that can get through
balance and ting
like kids from shaolin
win!

and tonight

thank god its them
instead of you

(it’s not you
Woo!
it’s not you)

i couldnt think
of nothing worse to do

thank god it’s them
instead of you
(down on your knees to your deity
beg death on they families)

i couldn’t think
of nothing worse to do

what kind of god
demands applause for killing babies
sparing bono and his lady
driving home in their mecedes
with their shades on
dont let me stop you
p p pray on
you should write that down in crayon
im just sayin

i aint never seen nothin as sad as children
scrawling messages on bombs
to kill somebody’s sons
and daughters
bring your babies to the slaughter
let us celebrate
we’re yaweh’s chosen
ones
lets g g get it on
an party

and tonight

thank god its them
instead of you

(it’s not you
Woo!
it’s not you)

i couldnt think
of nothing worse to do

thank god it’s them
instead of you
(down on your knees to your deity
beg death on they families)

i couldn’t think
of nothing worse to do

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