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Текст: Slightly Stoopid. Chronchitis. The Otherside.

Tell me if you really wanna ride
To the otherside where you know their hidin'
Undercover from the stars you know
That there's no survivin' when you wanna lineup

Can't you see that there is something wrong
Or are you just as blind as all the ones beside you?
Just remember that the world is runnin'
By the hands of man who had no guns for violence

Crucial issues that get pushed aside
Which we could get you to try to take a look inside
And awaken that what you slept to long
'Cause twisted minds have lead you wrong

I just deliver the message, I dont need no thanks
I ain't talkin' 'bout my bitches, I ain't slingin' no crank
See war and poverty, violence and hate are all connected
But you ain't tryin' to relate

To the otherside
To the otherside

To many times were overloaded with the phase that we're livin'
In a world that's got us caught up in the wrong decision
By the ones we put in power gettin' richer and fatter
The rest of us around us think the one that all matters

Or it's us that gotta deal with the cost of your reason
It's us that gotta deal with the 'cause of your treason
Which way you runnin', pack your bags you know we comin'

Ay y'all
You see that one man's pleasure can be the next man's sorrow
No such thing as loyalty, no good examples to follow
All we hearin' is time to fix the distortion
Nothin' but death and disease and epidemic proportions

The order of the day is hate and grieves
Time to take the lead supply the basic needs
And either deal with it or you could deny it
From the worst comes the best
From the lowest comes the highest

To the otherside
To the otherside
To the otherside
To the otherside
To the otherside
To the otherside
To my right