I'm a soap box yelling into megaphones Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches The day that Chris Columbus got crucified in golden arches
My pedestal was too tall to climb off In fact that's the reason for the high horse And from up here I see marines and hummers on a conquest Underdogs with wonder bras in a push up contest All for the sake of military recruitment It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students I galloped off whistling "Ohio."
The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention But what they'd die for
Breathe in for luck, Breathe in so deep, This air is blessed, You share with me That clever ad campaign ain't worth The time taken from minimum wage labor I don't care how half naked or fake she looks She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books So what'd she die for Slow down Gandhi your killin'em Slow down Gandhi your killin'em
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, (Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder) Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny
The West Memphis 3 lost paradise It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi Institution
Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry If they could sell sanity in a bottle they'd be charging for compressed air And marketing healthcare They demonize welfare Middle class eliminated, rich get richer Till the poor get educated
But some of y'all still haven’t grown into your face And your face doesn't quite match your head And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left You're all, "give me ethnicity or give me dreads."
Trustafundian rebel without a 'cause for alarm Cause when push turns to shove You jump into your forefathers arms He's a banker, you're part of the system Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income
The briefcase The sickness When the cameras start rollin' Stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!
The briefcase The sickness (Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear) When the cameras start rollin' (So we can get some) Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember Mr. Save The World, spare us the details Save the females from losing interest And Miss Save The Universe (Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember) You're a damsel in distress Tied down to a track of isolated incidents Generalize my disease I need a taste of what it's like Living off the fat of kings I play the scab at your hunger strike Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em
One love, one life, one too many victims Republicrat, Democran, one party system Media goes in a frenzy They're stripped of their credentials Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all When the music’s dead I'll have Ted Nugent’s head hangin' on my wall Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours With some friendly fire, that’s a funny term, like civil war
Six in the morning, police at my crib Now my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelids The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated New flavor food made of mutated hybrids Uh
They tell me that it's not that bad And it fucks you up good, but its not that bad They hold on to these tails till it's the dog that wags God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag