DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:
Eight year old heating bills
Piled up on heaters and window sills
so many choices, too many invoices while receipts forgotten
vile deceits too rotten and clever capers
bill-fold black hole accounting for red tape
tapers off into distance
endless assistance processing prescriptions for pills
pink slips, soft insistence of will
fit description but not content.
not content to invent lies on paper
that lies on desk that piles up under the stapler to cause stress.
bureaucrat smiles while you try to remember what letter, what date.
paid too late, waited too long, filled it out wrong, brain taken by storm
need to fill out new form
conform to the norm
i made a mistake let secrets leak
my guilt exploded
now my papers weep cuz my pen is loaded.

the whole set-up is made of goddamn paperwork
from the ground up big piles and piles of papers
secretly I bury all these old stacks of papers
the more i get rid of, the more seem to appear
the whole world is make is made of goddam paperwork
all these walls are just piles and piles of papers
i can burn up all these old stacks of papers
if you'll just sign here, and here, and... here

The web of deception grew
little scribbled spiders on corners
distracted doodles that I drew
go on to become memos, then coupons
scientific arguments proven wrong
official documents
pictures of dead presidents
visas and proof of residence
property seizures
statutes of limitation
forgeries and imitations
not valid without a stamp and frills around the border
can't camp here without a permit
i decide to become a hermit and give the whole world a restraining order

Laws once written in stone, now ignored
pulverized trees and ink stains the new Lord
bound together in thick stacks for the bored
heading forward toward the final reward
my soul i sold and my body I whored
documents in accord with records stored
deep inside the core of our sordid history
the blood, the gore, the war, forging our destiny
obeying the law and following the recipe
the door: open sesame
pandora says to me,"your chore: to sort these stacks in order endlessly"
scores of paper I abhor, spread on floor messily
my word may be my sword, but writing my sworn enemy.

the whole set-up is made of goddamn paperwork
from the ground up big piles and piles of papers
secretly I bury all these old stacks of papers
the more i get rid of, the more seem to appear
the whole world is make is made of goddam paperwork
all these walls are just piles and piles of papers
i can burn up all these old stacks of papers
if you'll just sign here, and here, and... here


Jake the Rapper
"Paperwork"

from the self titled album released on
Combination Records in 2005
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