by Frank Balesteri & R.Stevie Moore ©1993
We come to celebrate
Give a little tribute to
A most crucial artform concept
Something that admittedly is accepted
Without analytical pigeonhole
Yes yes, y'all
In the mess hall
Playing baseball
Take a rest call
Absence of color doesn't mean I'm gone
I'm cracked like cracker shoulda habit goin' on
Should is whack and should is blight
It's blue music month but sure wound tight
For real though? and then some
Get on with it, get off of it
Sweatin' a life at the moment of birth
I'm poisoned with sugar and the salt from the earth
By poppin the Q's I'm catchin' some wreck
Already too transfused with the vein in your neck
We come to celebrate
White, that's right
I'm like a soft drink, I'm clear light
And I'm right and you can see me at night
That doesn't mean I'm right because we gotta fight
Cause we're white and we're part of a race
A word like race is cheese in your face
If you're naughty by nature, got mad das efx
I can be guilty as hell, I'm a pussy nervous rex
Yes yes, y'all
We're in there and then some
Packaged to be played a gatt for a glock
I'm underneath your hood I'm on a round city block
I'm spliffin the dread I'm philly the blunt
Happy to go to the back of a front
Let's not forget to remember
Let's not forget to remember
Let's not forget to remember
Let's not forget to remember
I'm a needle in a pepsi, I'm a coke in your joint
I hope the plot to kill a brother, don't you get the point?
I'm not a nazi skinhead or the KKK
Or a group called Should on Donahue today
We come to celebrate
Coulda shoulda woulda if I but
Is all you been known to say
I'm sure you want that heapin' pile of should
And a smell that keeps me away
I'm caught with my ideals showing again
I'm stuck in the traffic 'tween now and when
If I get out of hall way be my own best friend
And gimme a break I'm needin to bend
One rule I nearly I need to respect
Is that everything's better in retrospect
I'm fritzin' up my house in the past
I'm always running out of your gas
When I'm frightening I give you fear
When I'm lightning I give you beer (beer here)
When word is bond and your's on bail
We all make our own kind of jail
Trace the footprints from the sky
Your hand's full o' gimme and your head's full o' why
I'm like plastic, I'll never die
And that's the reason why you can't look me in the eye
I'm wearing red and I got the blues
It doesn't matter which color you choose
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‘‘OIL‘‘
by Frank Balesteri & R.Stevie Moore ©1990
Give me your tired, your sick, your poor and infirmed
But make sure that they're clean and pure and degermed
Cause the gate is open in the land of the free
And the statue in the harbor is a referee
Who cares about the commies when we're living in the red
We're wondering who's in everybody's bed
It ain't it easy to see why you've been burned
Well I guess it's not because your head is still turned
More of the same, my baby brother's on crack
But that's OK because his mother's on smack
But she don't care because her husband's a drunk
Now what we gonna do with all this junk?
Oil
We'll sample this and we'll sample that
Deconstruction, baby, that's where it's at
They're the speculators, we're the Indian
We'll continue to buy it again and again
Repetition, my friend, it's a product of fear
And that's why there's nothing new to hear
People are afraid if they've got something to say
Afraid that someone's gonna take their money away
Oil
That's why our natural gas is produced by stress
As you're sneaking a peek down the front of her dress
So howdy y'all, this is Doctor Doom and Gloom
I'm talking to ya through a drumstick in your living room
And if the message you're gettin is 'we're not free'
Then I guess you want to kill to prove it to me
And if you're still striving for equality
Then it sounds like they're talking backwards to me
The oil is oozin' while the rich keep choosin'
The color of our water, it looks like it's bruisin'
Backwards we're losin', you wanna go cruisin'?
We're losing touch with the delicate balance of nature
Mothers are there, any others
Sisters and brothers, fighters not lovers
Willing to stop the talking, stop the stalking
Of soothing words on the line we're walking
Straight down the middle to the end of the road
Who carried the load? Who turned the toad?
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