Chords for World Went to Waste

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_ _ When the streets get so empty and the sky turns a dark gray
And all you see are them flagpoles but no flags givin' a way
No sunshine in these empty streets just a bunch of empty space
And that's when, and that's when, and that's when
The world went to waste, waste, yeah _
The world went to waste, waste
_ _ The world went to waste, waste, yeah
_ The world went to waste _ _ _ _
The television positive difference makes the conflict of interest
Making all blacks look crazy and all the whites look incest
And you know that's real shit, watch CNN for a week
Don't blame it on the shit-starter and the people in the mainstream
Heck, guns are killers, guns are killers
Who are fighting the tyrannical government cause their heads got bigger
And people think I'm crazy cause I study conspiracy theories
And lay on that shit and that don't even make sense
And they can soon get used to talking shit on the news
The white guy did it, black guy shot up with LeBron shoes
Go ahead and point your finger in my face so I can break it
Take my AR-15 to the city, baby, then start raging
Is that what you really think of my fucking intentions?
Yeah, I know I'm a savage but not related to Clintons
There's a lot of elites that should be locked away in a prison
So quit fighting with each other, you old half-stepping idiot
When the streets get so empty and the sky turns a dark gray
And all you see are them flagpoles but no flags givin' a way
No sunshine in these empty streets, just a bunch of empty space
And that's when, and that's when, and that's when
The world went to wank-wank Yeah
_ The world went to wank-wank
The _ world went to wank-wank
Yeah
The world went to wank-wank
Gimme that, gimme that
_ _ _ Put your pants up, boy
Freeze!
Put your hands up, boy!
Could you place both your hands on the hood of the car and tell me what in the fuck are you doing out here on this street corner?
Mr.
Officer, I live right there.
This is my house.
Oh, really?
Yeah, that's not good enough, son.
I promise!
Pipe bomb, pipe lines, three and a songe and a WikiLeaks juice
I'm Hillary, she's a con and her hubby's a creep
Gettin' votes from the sheep and they're still in the masala
In the hole just deep, deep, six feet
I got a feeling you're gonna find folks buried in the field
Cause they couldn't keep their lips sealed, Intel, email
Oh, hell, there they go again, friend, what's that smell?
I did not have sexual relations with everyone
We pay for politicians to rap and then they don't
They hookin' up their buddies with bitches so they can flow
They fly private planes to get in the way to go and have the meetings
On the money and battles without a seven-oh and following the cheese
Intrigued on where it leads, political greed
Funneling sailors from overseas, government agencies
Get pimped so they can please
Sheiks beheadin' people, showin' up all on the TV
When the streets get so empty and the sky turns a dark gray
And all you see are them flagpoles but no flags givin' away
No sunshine in these empty streets, just a bunch of empty space
And that's when, and that's when, and that's when
The world went to waste, waste, yeah
_ The world went to waste _ _
The world went to waste, waste, yeah
The world went to waste _ _ _
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