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Galactic Cowboys - Another Hill lyrics
I tried to call you but you were gone Way too busy stickin' the labels on Deciding who will swim in the talent pool; and what is cool Cultivating more popularity Overly concerned with what not to be Trendy little fashions that please the eye;you'll televise Whatcha gonna do tomorrow? Whatcha gonna do when it's over? I just don't fit into the clique You're so hip you make me sick Whatcha gonna do tomorrow? Pay no attention to quality Churning out the pap like a factory The only standard is how ya feel; not what is real You never heard a word that I said Totally convinced that the sound was dead Creating categories that fit the times; condition minds You move them in and move them out like they were cattle Burn a brand into their hide With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle Cloning is artistic suicide |
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