Underground_Network
March 30th, 2010, 03:04 PM
From the ghetto to the meadow
There's not a single fellow
Who thinks it's okay to peddle
The Assyrian rebels,
I wouldn't pick up a pebble
And fret with the treble clef
If it weren't meant to be that the rock
Crushed the insect and made a melody...
The ant hill's suppressor
Is a geological structure
With no clear successor,
Been around since Colombo
Put a dagger in the Natives
And we all say we love him
When we honestly hate him.
This is American pride, well-defined,
Yet unrefined, some say I'm unkind,
But the words spoken, unspoken,
Don't matter, they blow your mind,
The rhythm of the sickness
That craves the decrepit
Is a wicked commitment
To a thrilling eviction
Of those who depicted
The Jews as the victims
In 1911, there was no crisis, thank Heavens,
But anti-Semites would have wished it.
This is American pride, well-defined,
Yet unrefined, some say I'm unkind,
But the words spoken, unspoken,
Don't matter, they blow your mind,
'Cos you've just witnessed the fitness
Of a risk-taking misfit
Who is bound by a wretched
Old witch who tricks little kids
With candy and arsenic;
Her entire hit list
Can be bought off of Craig's list,
Don't think that that's bullshit
Because I have my contingents
And I'll push you to your limits
If you don't think I can win it.
From East side to West side
The right side's undefined,
But you can't undermine
This New Yorkian pride,
And even though I'm from
The wrong side, the east of the east side,
The dirty Jersey, can't be worse there
Part of the world where everyone laughs
From the gas not the joke,
Though we've got pretty girls,
No joke, cough cough, whoa.
This is American pride, well-defined,
Yet unrefined, some say I'm unkind,
But the words spoken, unspoken,
Don't matter, they blow your mind,
And I'm tripping on acid but I've got my gas mask here
In case terrorists attack here,
Don't worry, I'm not black beard,
I don't want your money, I'm more like black bear,
I want your honey, golden honey,
Oh so luscious, you can't touch this,
What I got and what I want,
Can't be matched until you've fucked this,
Can't fuck this? Well fuck this,
I'm the best shit, better than the rest, shit,
Don't think so? Well Joe Blow will blow you
Haha, oh, while I get yo' g-ma to blow my
10-inch dick.
This is American pride, well-defined,
Yet unrefined, some say I'm unkind,
But the words spoken, unspoken,
Don't matter, they blow your mind,
So the public has spoken
And the windmill is broken,
So we just burned the mill down
And made a town out of tokens,
And now the boulevard of dreams that are broken
Has spread to those who worship
Days of green, without grass to help flourish
The nature we killed
When we built factories, so nervously
They're breaking our nervous systems,
'I'm working on fixing it'
Is all they bother to say.
Now in my getaway car
I think I'll go really far
This place ain't so nice,
But it's been a long time
Since I've seen such a sky
With such a beautiful line
Of ash 'cross the horizon
And cigarettes in the sky,
I don't think I'm okay,
But that's the American state of mind.
There's not a single fellow
Who thinks it's okay to peddle
The Assyrian rebels,
I wouldn't pick up a pebble
And fret with the treble clef
If it weren't meant to be that the rock
Crushed the insect and made a melody...
The ant hill's suppressor
Is a geological structure
With no clear successor,
Been around since Colombo
Put a dagger in the Natives
And we all say we love him
When we honestly hate him.
This is American pride, well-defined,
Yet unrefined, some say I'm unkind,
But the words spoken, unspoken,
Don't matter, they blow your mind,
The rhythm of the sickness
That craves the decrepit
Is a wicked commitment
To a thrilling eviction
Of those who depicted
The Jews as the victims
In 1911, there was no crisis, thank Heavens,
But anti-Semites would have wished it.
This is American pride, well-defined,
Yet unrefined, some say I'm unkind,
But the words spoken, unspoken,
Don't matter, they blow your mind,
'Cos you've just witnessed the fitness
Of a risk-taking misfit
Who is bound by a wretched
Old witch who tricks little kids
With candy and arsenic;
Her entire hit list
Can be bought off of Craig's list,
Don't think that that's bullshit
Because I have my contingents
And I'll push you to your limits
If you don't think I can win it.
From East side to West side
The right side's undefined,
But you can't undermine
This New Yorkian pride,
And even though I'm from
The wrong side, the east of the east side,
The dirty Jersey, can't be worse there
Part of the world where everyone laughs
From the gas not the joke,
Though we've got pretty girls,
No joke, cough cough, whoa.
This is American pride, well-defined,
Yet unrefined, some say I'm unkind,
But the words spoken, unspoken,
Don't matter, they blow your mind,
And I'm tripping on acid but I've got my gas mask here
In case terrorists attack here,
Don't worry, I'm not black beard,
I don't want your money, I'm more like black bear,
I want your honey, golden honey,
Oh so luscious, you can't touch this,
What I got and what I want,
Can't be matched until you've fucked this,
Can't fuck this? Well fuck this,
I'm the best shit, better than the rest, shit,
Don't think so? Well Joe Blow will blow you
Haha, oh, while I get yo' g-ma to blow my
10-inch dick.
This is American pride, well-defined,
Yet unrefined, some say I'm unkind,
But the words spoken, unspoken,
Don't matter, they blow your mind,
So the public has spoken
And the windmill is broken,
So we just burned the mill down
And made a town out of tokens,
And now the boulevard of dreams that are broken
Has spread to those who worship
Days of green, without grass to help flourish
The nature we killed
When we built factories, so nervously
They're breaking our nervous systems,
'I'm working on fixing it'
Is all they bother to say.
Now in my getaway car
I think I'll go really far
This place ain't so nice,
But it's been a long time
Since I've seen such a sky
With such a beautiful line
Of ash 'cross the horizon
And cigarettes in the sky,
I don't think I'm okay,
But that's the American state of mind.