You've been forewarned of the shake-shakedown.
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand
gossip that's stacked at your door.
You swallowed the last of free MA.
Car starts, four windows lowered away:
last views of cityscapes crumbling.
Skyscrapers sink into the ground.
All static, no noise: turn the radio down.
Those bandwidth signals can't reach this far.
Don't go holding out on me now
Don't go holding.
(I thought that you had come to expect more...)
You've been forewarned of the shake-shakedown.
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand
gossip that's stacked at your door.
Don't go holding out on me now
Don't go holding out on me now
Don't go holding out on me now
Don't go holding
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