Parliament House Rap

At the office Christmas party I bury my face in powder, Snorkeling through it — I make great decisions even with my eyes closed. At the bar I don’t rely on violence, But after the night, if needed, I’ll grab the corner piece. The night won’t end until a familiar sound echoes through the streets (echoes) [gunshot] The city wakes from paranoid dreams to a single warning shot — (It was just a haiku though.) [police siren] If I’m treated wrong, I’ll play the populist card, light a cigarette, Our posse’s the toughest yet. No more Facebook rules telling me what’s right, I’ll bypass the fact-check tonight. They’re facts too if you shout them loud online — Don’t you know who I am? I went to the school of hard life. (Ooh, ooh — the toughest.) Should we actually follow the rules here? This is the Parliament House G.T.A., for real. Should we actually follow the rules here? This is the Parliament House G.T.A., for real. If I fly, I only fly when I’m drunk — Been on a ruthless bender all week long. Who even remembers Jari Aarnio anymore? When I think gangster, I think Parliament’s door. Those red pillars might’ve been prophecy after all, Watching this country’s elite just play ball. I wanna be a Member of Parliament too, The last of the outlaws in suits so new. If something goes wrong, I’ll blame a conspiracy And the green-left enemy — (Easy target, easy target.) Should we actually follow the rules here? This is the Parliament House G.T.A., for real. Should we actually follow the rules here? This is the Parliament House G.T.A, for real. Should we actually follow the rules here? This is the Parliament House G.T.A., for real. Should we actually follow the rules here? This is the Parliament House G.T.A, for real.