Buster Keaton Songtext / Lyric

Full blood veggie dressed in fur

And your beliefs are in a blur

The benetton colors are so true

Just not on the beach next to you

Maybe its time for some self interrogation

But you already chose your final destination

Saving the whales during the day

But at night your making them pay






This is why

You think you're on track

And never falling back

Tell your little conscience that

You think you're on track

And never falling back



You can't keep on preachin

Like its your sunday meetin



Its to buster keaton

Maybe theres is no eden



Girl, you acting like you still have your corporate

Virginity

But there is always a cross for you to bear

Politically correct about everything besides yourself

If you could buy a perfume of it you would



You cant keep on preachin...



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