Mr. Please Songtext
von Rare Americans

Hey mr. CEO, i think you oughta know
What it′s like down here
On the wrong end of the dominos
Find out tomorrow, may as well be John Doe
Replacement part man, no hand up and
No quid pro quo


Hey now, hey now
Everybody freeze
Listen up
Listen now
One, two, three
We don't we don′t we don't wanna
We don't wanna take the pain no longer
We don′t we don′t we don't wanna
We don′t wanna hear your big shot dogma
We don't we don′t we don't wanna
We don′t wanna take the pain no longer
We don't we don't we don′t wanna
We don′t wanna hear your big shot dogma
Big shot dogma

Hey mr. president
Is it not evident
People beat down, man
And they keep jacking up the rent!
Gotta lay my head down
I wake up at sunup
Gotta take something man
To lift me up, lift me up


Hey now, hey now
Everybody freeze
Listen up
Listen now
One, two, three
We don't we don′t we don't wanna
We don′t wanna take the pain no longer
We don't we don′t we don't wanna
We don't wanna hear your big shot dogma
We don′t we don′t we don't wanna
We don′t wanna take the pain no longer
We don't we don′t we don't wanna
We don′t wanna hear your big shot dogma
Big shot dogma

The average marrige lasts seven years
The average guy drinks a hundred and twenty-six gallon of beer
We spend nine hours a day on screens
No wonder people seem so mean

We don't we don't we don′t wanna
We don′t wanna take the pain no longer
We don't we don′t we don't wanna
We don′t wanna hear your big shot dogma