Warfare Boogaloo
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- urban
- 1970s
- contemporary r&b
- blue-eyed soul
- philly soul
- r&b
- disco
- soul
- groove
- funk
- pop soul
Lyrics
Verse 1
Fed up with the bombs dropping, streets painted with lies
Money-hungry fuckers feasting while another mother cries
Try to catch a break, but buildings just burn down
People sleeping rough, freezing all across this town
Pre-Chorus
Who the fuck decided they could strip us of our pride
No justice, just excuses, let the hopeless slide
Chorus
Damn this war, it’s fucking everywhere
I see bodies on the street and nobody cares
Whole world’s burning and the rich don’t share
Bob’s in the club, spinning like he hasn’t got a care
Verse 2
Sirens screaming, man, they don’t ever stop
Kids on the corner dreaming, cleaning blood off the block
People freezing outside, shivering with no shoes
Bob’s at 54, dancing, acting a damn fool
Pre-Chorus
How the hell did we get so cold
Where’s the mercy for the weak, the love we used to hold
Chorus
Damn this war, it’s fucking everywhere
I see bodies on the street and nobody cares
Whole world’s burning and the rich don’t share
Bob’s in the club, spinning like he hasn’t got a care
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh
Sad times roll
Oh oh oh
It’s out of control
Bridge
Streets got fucking nothing, just broken glass and hate
Dreams thrown out with the trash, guess it’s too damn late
No one gives a shit if you’re hungry or can’t stand
Bob’s got champagne, turning circles, money in his hands
Verse 3
Sick of watching families get pushed out every day
Cold as fuck winter sinks in, can’t wash pain away
Politicians fake crying, acting slick in their suits
Bob don’t notice anything, strutting in his damn boots
Chorus
Damn this war, it’s fucking everywhere
I see bodies on the street and nobody cares
Whole world’s burning and the rich don’t share
Bob’s in the club, spinning like he hasn’t got a care
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh
Sad times roll
Oh oh oh
It’s out of control
Verse 4
Fuck these empty promises, nothing ever gets done
City’s filled with ghosts, hope’s out here on the run
Look at these assholes, feeding off our fear
Bob just laughs it off, hands slick with beer
Pre-Chorus
How many more gotta freeze outside
While the bastards upstairs just let us die
Chorus
Damn this war, it’s fucking everywhere
I see bodies on the street and nobody cares
Whole world’s burning and the rich don’t share
Bob’s in the club, spinning like he hasn’t got a care
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh
Sad times roll
Oh oh oh
It’s out of control
Verse 5
Another fucking night, more fences to climb
Mothers hugging babies, praying for a sign
Shit ain’t getting better, just more headlines to scroll
Bob’s dancing like a clown, heart as dark as coal
Pre-Chorus
Don’t talk about hope when it’s bought and sold
All that’s left is rage, stories getting old
Chorus
Damn this war, it’s fucking everywhere
I see bodies on the street and nobody cares
Whole world’s burning and the rich don’t share
Bob’s in the club, spinning like he hasn’t got a care
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh
Sad times roll
Oh oh oh
It’s out of control
Verse 6
Bastards light cigars while the shelters fill with screams
Windows iced over, nobody hears these fucked-up dreams
All this suffering’s ignored, days lost to the cold
Bob’s still out there, dumb grin, diamonds stacked and sold
Pre-Chorus
What’ll it take to break this goddamn chain
Tired people slipping, drowning in the rain
Chorus
Damn this war, it’s fucking everywhere
I see bodies on the street and nobody cares
Whole world’s burning and the rich don’t share
Bob’s in the club, spinning like he hasn’t got a care
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh
Sad times roll
Oh oh oh
It’s out of control
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