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Artist: Rare Americans
Canonical path: /rare-americans/hullabaloo
Related lyric paths: 6
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Hullabaloo
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Curated by Ethan Walker
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Hullabaloo
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Excuse the renovations
Our doberman dalmatians
We’re just makin’ preparations
For the false flag operation
Anyway, your participation
In the Lemming Corporation
Includes two full weeks paid vacation
White-washed accommodation
At the company plantation
there's a safe sensation
Bottomless libations
With your full cooperation
Thank you for your patience
We’re here to help, we’re here to help you
You need not worry 'bout that hullabaloo
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Doom is the mood in the room
Evil looms, darkness lurks
Safety in numbers, members perks
Things are sad, they will get worse
We want you bad, this army church
The fence is not a safe place, for you to stay
Don’t think you understand, the forces at play
Care for a serviette James?
You got Kool-Aid kid, all over your face
Hear my words, sing my song
Opportunities knocking, ding ding-ity dong
Were encrypted, subscripted, soldiers of the brand
Homo-lookalikes, a million man marching band
So let me look ya in the eye straight when I ask ya
Will you take my word?
Will ya take my hand?
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake my goddamn ole wrinkly hand
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
I got this buzzin in my ear its here for good I fear, my dear
I got these spots in my sights like I can't turn out the lights
Sweat drips from my palms all day long
Don’t wanna fuck this up man, I can't get this wrong
It’s clear in my mind as a traffic jam
I think there might be something wrong with uncle graham
It's calm in my head as a high speed chase
I got those memories man, that you can't erase
I do, what I gotta do
Just run away from that
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
Hullabaloo (hull-a-bal-oo)
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