Tom Morello

Tom Morello - 100 Little Curses

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Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)

Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)

May you tumble and fall down your grand marble stairway

May that caviar pâté you were eating block your airway

May your manservant deliver the Heimlich with honor

May this make you vomit on your Dolce Gabbana

May your wife's worried face show a horrific expression

May you realize she's not worried, that's just Botox injections

May all the commotion cause to crash your chandelier

And propel into your rear

It's sharp diamonds from DeBeers

May your Ferrari break down, may your chauffeur get high

And smash up your stretch Rolls up on Rodeo Drive

Off the breaking backs of others is where you got all your bucks

Till we make the revolution, I just hope your life sucks

All my people in the place put your fist in the air

All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs

All my real down peoples we got love for you here

'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him

Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)

May your Champagne not bubble

May your pinot be sour

May the white stuff you snortin be 96 percent flour

May the famous rapper you bring to your daughters sweet 16

Get some pride and walk out as if born with a spleen

May the death squads you hire be bad with instructions

And by mistake be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin'

May this make your party guests forsake their white Russians

And dive behind the Jimmy Martin cryin' and cussin'

May your chef be off pissin in the bisque in the kitchen

May I assume your autobiography is filed under fiction

'Cause off the breakin backs of others is where you got all your cash

Till we make the revolution, I hope your life sucks ass

All my people in the place put your fist in the air

All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs

All my real down peoples we got love for you here

'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him

Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (100 little curses)

Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-, wha- ow! )

All my people in the place put your fist in the air

All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs

All my real down peoples we got love for you here

'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him

Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (100 little curses)

Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (ch-ch-ow)

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