Nina Sing Lyrics
| Song | Nina Sing |
| Artist | Common Market |
| Album | Tobacco Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Air of inequity is thick in my circumference | |
| Untouched are none when they’re summoned up to punishment | |
| Sons sent to war for the grunt work of the government | |
| All debts repaid on the last day of judgement | |
| I’ve heard purported it’s approaching with celerity | |
| Proselytes testify with utmost sincerity | |
| I don’t think he’s comin’ y’all – try me for heresy | |
| But what’s all the stallin’ for, a little more disparity? | |
| Beckon the Armageddon, tell ‘em we exhausted | |
| Every option since the trade winds laid claim to caution | |
| Damned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeants | |
| Yo I’m tired of waitin’ – slide the blade across it now | |
| I can’t take this pain, I can’t stand this rain | |
| All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
| Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
| Nothing left to bring – let my Nina sing | |
| Another demonstration staged on the proscenium | |
| Curtain drawn, who’s workin’ behind ‘em with the medium? | |
| Road blocks, keep throwin’ rocks at the imperium | |
| Hell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisome | |
| Seein’ fam fallin’ through the cracks in the variance | |
| Famished on a barren land of AIDS and malaria | |
| One percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritance | |
| Freedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefarious | |
| Terrorists with pipe bombs, who’s sittin’ on the megaton? | |
| FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrong | |
| Billion-dollar telethon, tell ‘em where the cheddar gone | |
| And wonder why my people keep their weapons drawn | |
| Emptied of my pride, nothing left inside | |
| Lost the will to fight, Lord knows that I’ve tried | |
| Beaten by this thing, watching my ship sink | |
| Still I’m listening – please my Nina sing | |
| Upon deliverance we meant to keep you pacified | |
| Same with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricide | |
| Even I was doubtful we could counteract the massive tide | |
| Then arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cry | |
| Bellow on, set upon the pleas of the fanciful | |
| An anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifold | |
| Damn this road is chancy, makes advancin’ through the sand unmanageable | |
| Lend a hand and chant the canticle | |
| I can’t take this pain, I can’t stand this rain | |
| All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
| Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
| Nothing left to bring – let my Nina --- |
| Air of inequity is thick in my circumference | |
| Untouched are none when they' re summoned up to punishment | |
| Sons sent to war for the grunt work of the government | |
| All debts repaid on the last day of judgement | |
| I' ve heard purported it' s approaching with celerity | |
| Proselytes testify with utmost sincerity | |
| I don' t think he' s comin' y' all try me for heresy | |
| But what' s all the stallin' for, a little more disparity? | |
| Beckon the Armageddon, tell ' em we exhausted | |
| Every option since the trade winds laid claim to caution | |
| Damned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeants | |
| Yo I' m tired of waitin' slide the blade across it now | |
| I can' t take this pain, I can' t stand this rain | |
| All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
| Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
| Nothing left to bring let my Nina sing | |
| Another demonstration staged on the proscenium | |
| Curtain drawn, who' s workin' behind ' em with the medium? | |
| Road blocks, keep throwin' rocks at the imperium | |
| Hell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisome | |
| Seein' fam fallin' through the cracks in the variance | |
| Famished on a barren land of AIDS and malaria | |
| One percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritance | |
| Freedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefarious | |
| Terrorists with pipe bombs, who' s sittin' on the megaton? | |
| FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrong | |
| Billiondollar telethon, tell ' em where the cheddar gone | |
| And wonder why my people keep their weapons drawn | |
| Emptied of my pride, nothing left inside | |
| Lost the will to fight, Lord knows that I' ve tried | |
| Beaten by this thing, watching my ship sink | |
| Still I' m listening please my Nina sing | |
| Upon deliverance we meant to keep you pacified | |
| Same with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricide | |
| Even I was doubtful we could counteract the massive tide | |
| Then arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cry | |
| Bellow on, set upon the pleas of the fanciful | |
| An anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifold | |
| Damn this road is chancy, makes advancin' through the sand unmanageable | |
| Lend a hand and chant the canticle | |
| I can' t take this pain, I can' t stand this rain | |
| All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
| Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
| Nothing left to bring let my Nina |
| Air of inequity is thick in my circumference | |
| Untouched are none when they' re summoned up to punishment | |
| Sons sent to war for the grunt work of the government | |
| All debts repaid on the last day of judgement | |
| I' ve heard purported it' s approaching with celerity | |
| Proselytes testify with utmost sincerity | |
| I don' t think he' s comin' y' all try me for heresy | |
| But what' s all the stallin' for, a little more disparity? | |
| Beckon the Armageddon, tell ' em we exhausted | |
| Every option since the trade winds laid claim to caution | |
| Damned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeants | |
| Yo I' m tired of waitin' slide the blade across it now | |
| I can' t take this pain, I can' t stand this rain | |
| All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
| Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
| Nothing left to bring let my Nina sing | |
| Another demonstration staged on the proscenium | |
| Curtain drawn, who' s workin' behind ' em with the medium? | |
| Road blocks, keep throwin' rocks at the imperium | |
| Hell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisome | |
| Seein' fam fallin' through the cracks in the variance | |
| Famished on a barren land of AIDS and malaria | |
| One percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritance | |
| Freedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefarious | |
| Terrorists with pipe bombs, who' s sittin' on the megaton? | |
| FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrong | |
| Billiondollar telethon, tell ' em where the cheddar gone | |
| And wonder why my people keep their weapons drawn | |
| Emptied of my pride, nothing left inside | |
| Lost the will to fight, Lord knows that I' ve tried | |
| Beaten by this thing, watching my ship sink | |
| Still I' m listening please my Nina sing | |
| Upon deliverance we meant to keep you pacified | |
| Same with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricide | |
| Even I was doubtful we could counteract the massive tide | |
| Then arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cry | |
| Bellow on, set upon the pleas of the fanciful | |
| An anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifold | |
| Damn this road is chancy, makes advancin' through the sand unmanageable | |
| Lend a hand and chant the canticle | |
| I can' t take this pain, I can' t stand this rain | |
| All this work in vain, this world is insane | |
| Puppets on a string, pain and suffering | |
| Nothing left to bring let my Nina |
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