Street Sweeper Social Club The Squeeze Lyrics:
This brick
Which is gripped by my fingers
Which shoot out from my hand
Which is fastened to my arm
That meets up with my shoulder
That sits well below my head
That surrounds my brain
Which is tied up with
thoughts of resent-
Ment, fear, and loathing
Because of your using me in your road to
Wealth and power
Will crash through your picture window
And kill you

We gon put you in the squeeze
We gon put you in the squeeze

The city is a planet of
glass and granite
And it's ran by some masters of mack Mechanics
We got schools where the facts are Banished
We got scams where your stocks'll vanish
And the hospitals is gon cost you racks So panic

All the gangsters throw your triggers up
All the stoners throw your flickers up
All the drunks throw your liquor up
All the bank tellers stick em up
Teach them babies how to grip a buck

When this hits the streets it's
Thunder with thesis
We'll show where the beast is
Make sure it decreases
They smolder with speeches
We shoulder the leeches
Call off them polices
This ain't where the thief is

Janitors
Work all night like Dracula
Burger flippers grab your spatulas Managers
Get your Acuras
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Big bosses guard your sack because
We'll put it in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze
We gon put you in the
We gon put you in the

World poverty has just gone platinum
Unemployment checks
Need to come with a gat in em
Chains and leather whips
Slave masters still crackin em
This is where I'm scattin from
Listen to the battle drum
We all got our shackles on

Ladies shoot your deuce-deuces
Bankers tip your masseuses
Wardens tighten up your nooses
Muthafuckas make noise if you bought
Your clothes boosted

The earth is composed of space and Atoms
And controlled by some pimps
Without Stacy Adams
But one day they're gon taste the cannon
When the people rise up
And make them
muthafuckas face the dragon

Mercenaries show your paychecks
Homeless folks show your blankets
Rich folks throw your banquets
Tell officials what to say next
Cuz they won't be at ease
When we put em in the squeeze

Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze

Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
You know they vote with their guns
Lyrics: The Squeeze, Street Sweeper Social Club [end]