Text: M.I.A.. Maya. Lovalot.

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They told me this is a free country,
But now it feels like a chicken factory.
I feel cooped up, I wanna bust free,
Got nothin' to lose if you get me.

Like a Taliban trucker eatin' boiled-up yucca,
Get my eyes done like I'm in a black burka,
Been through shit, yeah it's a fucka',
But now I make tunes, say shuck-a-lucka-lucka.

Shuck-a-lucka-la,
Shuck-a-lucka-lee,
Shuck-a-lucka-lucka-lucka-lucky, lucky me.

If you check me, I check you.
If they kick you, then I'll back you.
Say something new, say something cool,
Give you my time, but I ain't no fool.

Eck-a-eck-a I, break-a-break-a jaw,
Every-every time someone steps on my toe.

I fight the ones that fight me.
I really love a lot, I really love a lot.
I really love a lot, I really love a lot.
But, I fight the ones that fight me.
But, I fight the ones that fight me.
I fight the ones that fight me.
But, I fight--
But, I fight--
But, I fight--
But, I fight the ones that fight me.

Who's in town
Them dun' like me, me dun like them.
Like Hu Jintao
Instead of them I got a new-found gem.
Someone I can love up like men.[?]
Like a bomber needs to love up Dzhen.

Like a hand-me-down sucker throwin' bombs at a Mecca,
Call the good world, get money to get better.
Keep your head down like a Unicef worker,
If you get hit you can't question the fucker.

How-come-how-come I yibber-yibber-why,
Fi to the f, f to the i.
If you met me, then you'd get me,
But if you get me, well you get a fee.
Shit's meant to be free, where's Bob Marley?
'Cause I won't turn my cheek like I'm Gandhi.

I fight the ones that fight me.
I fight the ones that fight me.
I really love a lot, I really love a lot.
I really love a lot, I really love a lot.
But, I fight the ones that fight me.
But, I fight the ones that fight me.
I fight the ones that fight me.
But, I fight--
But, I fight--
But, I fight--
But, I fight the ones that fight me.

(Merci a Moleskine pour cettes paroles)