This is a song about "Land"

With such an ugly picture in it and

Handed down talent from the broke land

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

From ireland but i'll land, running

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

And yea we both coming

Dry land , but its my fucking

I need a backyard full court size

Land of the burgers and fries,

Ill have their asses running back to candy land

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last