Kurt Rambis Funkytown Raffle
You want it
We need it
You know it's just an endless game
You steal it
We feel it
Things have always been this way
You hold it
While we mold it
You know it's just blue collar clay
You love it
We loathe it
It's a f..cking tragedy
[Chorus]
Take what you want
Take it all
We sow it
You sell it
Plastic lives and plastic graves.
You push it
We pull it
All that's new still feels the same.
You own it
We're shown it
Wrapped into a green bouqet.
We fight it
You flaunt it
It's a f..cking tragedy.