Needles In The Nursery Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em][D#]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
Needles [Em]in the nursery,
feces in the street
Rancid milk from the nipples
of wonk -dead maggots in the meat
Stringes of colococosam infected,
injected into your brain
Turning your critical
consciousness into a clone
Make a healthy mind insane
In [D#]the seas of urban urban early
[Em]mornin'
Walkin' towards the dawn
and yawnin'
When we can't choose bein' black
Bag Alley mirrored in the wet asphalt
Plenty of jizz and mamma manipulate
banal bands
To play hip shit for the
parasites of pow
Who are constant recidivists
A -V -O -A -V -A -O -3 -B for me
Their comforts are [D#]speed
in' beyond control
Because we have broken
[Em]the elders' sacred seals
All the seers now have blinded eyes
And the healers,
they can no longer [D#]heal[Baug]
[Em]In the city suburban
urban early morning
Walking towards the dawn and yawning
When we can't choose being black
Back alley mirrored in wet
[F#sus4]asphalt[Em]
Motor man just knocked off
a brand new set of wheels
180 kilometers per hour down
the freeway
Ahead of the flashing blue siren squeal
Collect the expense
from the fence
for the contrabane at the wreckage yard
Be slow with the money for the deal,
get stoned, pissed, lay [D#]low[Baug][Em]
In the city suburban urban early morning
walk towards the dawn and yawning
When we can't choose being black
back alley mirrored in a wet asphalt
[F#sus4][F#][Em]
Woman down on William Street
trying to turn a trick
Consummates, oscillates,
alternates between the
needle and the prick
Needles in the nursery,
times of terminal sex,
radios of idolatry,
TV twisted text
They pushing the Christianity
of Martin Luther King
while fearing Islam and [C]Mal
colm [Em]X[D#]
[Em]Needles in the nursery,
feces in the street,
rancid milk from the nipples
of wild dead maggots in the meat
Stringers of colococosound infected,
injected into your brain,
turning your critical
consciousness into clone
Make a healthy mind [D#]insane[Em]
In the city suburban urban early
mornin'
Walkin' towards the dawn
and yawnin'
When we can[F#]'t choose between
Blackjack alley [Em]food and a
wet -ass [D#]crowd[Em]
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