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Post Pop Depression


Artist: Iggy Pop
Genres: Rock
Total songs: 9
Year: 2016

Paraguay Lyrics - Post Pop Depression - Iggy Pop

Wild animals they do 

Never wonder why 

Just do what they goddamn do 

 

(Yeah) 

 

Wild animals they do 

Never wonder why 

Just do what they goddamn do 

 

I'm goin' where sore losers go 

To hide my face and spend my dough 

Though it's a dream, it's not a lie 

And I won't stop to say goodbye 

 

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Paraguay 

Paraguay 

 

See I just couldn't take no more 

Of whippin' fools and keepin' score 

I just thought "well, fuck it man" 

I'm gonna pack my soul and scram 

 

Paraguay 

Paraguay 

 

Out of the way I'll get away 

Won't have to hear the things they say 

Tamales and a bank account 

Are all I need, so count me out 

 

Paraguay 

Paraguay 

 

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I'll have no fear 

I'll know no fear 

So far from here 

I'll have no fear 

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Wild animals they do 

Never wonder why 

Just do what they goddamn do 

 

There's nothing awesome here 

Not a damn thing 

There's nothing new 

Just a bunch of people scared 

Everybody's fucking scared 

Fear eats all the souls at once 

I'm tired of it 

And I dream about getting away 

To a new life 

Where there's not so much fucking knowledge 

I don't want any of this information 

I don't want YOU 

No 

Not anymore 

I've had enough of you 

Yeah, I'm talking to you 

I'm gonna go to Paraguay 

To live in a compound under the trees 

With servants and bodyguards who love me 

Free of criticism 

Free of manners and mores 

I wanna be your basic clod 

Who made good 

And went away while he could 

To somewhere where people are still human beings 

Where they have spirit 

You take your motherfucking laptop 

And just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth 

And down your shit heel gizzard 

You fucking phony two faced three timing piece of turd 

And I hope you shit it out 

With all the words in it 

And I hope the security services read those words 

And pick you up and flay you 

For all your evil and poisonous intentions 

Because I'm sick 

And it's your fault 

And I'm gonna go heal myself now 

Yeah! 

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