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Where the Altar Should Be

from by Louis Mackey & Thirtyseven

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produced and mixed by Louis Mackey and NickNinjaneer
lyrics written and performed by Louis Mackey (M.Raso) and Thirty Seven (J.Boland)
mastered by NickNinjaneer

lyrics

it goes: burnt it all down...built it back up
out of nothing, and some kids would kill for that stuff
been shedding skin...in the desert with some bad medicine
and we ate the whole bag testing it
...the constant hum from beyond the Sun
that made monkey brains into talking drums
with awkward...tongues...the invisible hand
the signal that’s been zipping through your pineal gland
recurring dreams, birth pains and murder scenes
all I know is live shows are church to me
homeless rappers doing shows for holy sacraments
until we control your whole establishment

the curtain’s drawn, we hear now we’re in jeopardy
… let it all burn beyond the power of memory
props for the guys that’s been robbing us blind
and the marketing minds that make us rotten inside
there’s a war going on and it’s brought to you by
an obvious lie, growing strong and popularized
..but I go along, nod and comply
like it’s not solely Goldman’s fault the economy dived
and all of us buy it, all of the time
even if you read and listen and follow the lies
from incompetent columnists caught in the sky
to Congressmen calling in stocks on the side

ain’t gonna stress if we don’t get a bunch of press
we got props from Dr. Leary and that dude is fucking dead
breaking chains, taking names, busting heads
found out Alex Jones is just another Fed
...infiltrator, same shit, different flavor
fame hits and we change quick, it’s just nature
...still, it’s sad to see him go from caped crusader
to sniffing Charlie Sheen with Ben Bernanke paper
celebretarded, like every artist I wanted to be
until I watched em get weak and peddle garbage
...monkey see, monkey do,
monkey get another monkey cut in two just to send a message to another dude
either stuck in zoos where they drug the food and nothing’s true
or else we’re playing jungle rules, up to you...
...monkey see, monkey do,
monkey get another monkey cut in two just to send a message to another dude
either stuck in zoos where they drug the food and nothing’s true
or else we’re playing jungle rules, up to you...

the depressing news, the daily shit
saying “that’s just the way it is” will be the death of you
it’s tv station flip to get amused
the wavelengths are crisp, antenna tuned to whatever suits
weigh the risks, “remember, the rent is due”
…taking the hits, til the way that we live, we never intended to
but people are fine with secrets and lies
as long as you sweep it underneath a weekend to buy shit
watch the figurines spinning in the city streets
… to the market-driven symphony of industry
gritting teeth, clocks are ticking, clicking feet
… we must’ve got addicted to the misery
but it’s figures devised, integers, lines
it’s not ever really different this time
… stocks peaked, profited all day
stacked like bodies in Syrian hospital hallways

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from Yesterday, Tomorrow and You, released March 31, 2015

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