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They buildin’ roads out of concrete, cover up the grass Buildin’ roads out of concrete, cover up the grass Roads ain’t goin’ nowhere, and concrete never lasts. They buildin’ tall apartments, reachin’ to the sky Buildin’ tall apartments, reachin’ to the sky Don’t need no apartment, if I want to get up high. They stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Not sure what they’re saying, but I think that they are wrong. They say the rain is comin’, better hide inside Cold hard rain is comin’, better hide inside Think I’ll just wait for sunshine, cuz I ain’t gonna hide. They say there’s global warming, world’s gonna melt away Say we got global warming, world’s gonna melt away Oh but I ain’t gonna worry, meltin’ takes a couple days. Yeah, They stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Not sure what they’re saying, but I think that they are wrong. They say that I need money, in order to survive Say that I need some money, in order to survive I don’t have no money, and I think I’m still alive. And they say you gotta find a woman, if you want a happy life Yeah you gotta find a woman, if you want a happy life Well I think I’m pretty happy, and I don’t have no wife. Yeah, They stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Not sure what they’re saying, but I think that they are wrong. They buildin’ roads out of concrete, cover up the grass Buildin’ roads out of concrete, cover up the grass Roads ain’t goin’ nowhere, and concrete never lasts. Phil Lindsey, April 15, 2015
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
I Think That They are Wrong
They buildin’ roads out of concrete, cover up the grass Buildin’ roads out of concrete, cover up the grass Roads ain’t goin’ nowhere, and concrete never lasts. They buildin’ tall apartments, reachin’ to the sky Buildin’ tall apartments, reachin’ to the sky Don’t need no apartment, if I want to get up high. They stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Not sure what they’re saying, but I think that they are wrong. They say the rain is comin’, better hide inside Cold hard rain is comin’, better hide inside Think I’ll just wait for sunshine, cuz I ain’t gonna hide. They say there’s global warming, world’s gonna melt away Say we got global warming, world’s gonna melt away Oh but I ain’t gonna worry, meltin’ takes a couple days. Yeah, They stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Not sure what they’re saying, but I think that they are wrong. They say that I need money, in order to survive Say that I need some money, in order to survive I don’t have no money, and I think I’m still alive. And they say you gotta find a woman, if you want a happy life Yeah you gotta find a woman, if you want a happy life Well I think I’m pretty happy, and I don’t have no wife. Yeah, They stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Stringin’ words together, tryin’ to build a song Not sure what they’re saying, but I think that they are wrong. They buildin’ roads out of concrete, cover up the grass Buildin’ roads out of concrete, cover up the grass Roads ain’t goin’ nowhere, and concrete never lasts. Phil Lindsey, April 15, 2015
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
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