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Bureaucrat of Flaccostreet

Speakin' of the brother, and there ain't no other

could be your brother, created by any mother

mr easyway in true perfection

perfectin' each section of life restorin' his action

action wheelin' for feelin', with minute hard pendulum

a fraction of a timetable wheel o' fortune

the clock keeps tickin' 'n tockin', tockin' 'n tickin'

my man is clockin' 'n thinkin', figurin'

ways in the place to boost some adrenaline

pushin' his men to send men on a long trip

long mile, freezin' time with files

taggin'. lady secretaries with ambigeous smiles

gallons of coffee, to blacken the throat

lives in perspective, with a grey raincoatI'm the epitomy of a perpetual drag

what's sad is the fact there's no turnin' back

I' the bureaucrat, I ain't got time for this and that

I' the bureaucrat, I ain't got time for this and that

Every now and then mr bureaucrat feels fine

havin' the power - makin' me stand in line

peekin' 'n seekin' in desks

ways 'n plays to stress

up his ass is my gesture

showin' feelings is meaningless, he gets pleasure

lickin' the heels above, tramplin' the heads below

deeds of a pauper are so shallow

mr jones owns a house for submission

throw out chest to the wife, that old sexposition

a brain stained, dipped in frustration

rotation occassion destinationnation street

speedin' tha feet for tha buzz 'n fuzz

sir average bringin' home the bacon, nothin' to discuss

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