Verse 1:
There once was a song called "Arrest the President." Contemporary music. A
hit with the kids. It was a top ten. I wasn't pop then so I missed the bus a bit.
But politics was on everybody's hot-this-summer list. The cool kids were all rocking votes.
I shit you not. But I was pistol whipping cops for hiphop.
Up on a soap box...yelling into megaphones
Killing hard rocks and using carcasses as stepping stones.
I had to promise I'd stop holding my marches.
The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.
But my pedestal was too tall to climb off.
In fact, that's the reason for the high horse.
From here I can see the marines in hummers on a conquest.
Underdogs with Wonderbras in a push up contest.
All for the sake of military recruitment.
It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students.
So I galloped off whistling "Ohio."
The rest of em were stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.
Who would they die for?
Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of your life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs
Clogging up the property that I bought with eye sores.
Chorus:
That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from minimum waged labor.
I don't care how half naked or fake she looks.
She smells like dirty cash and poorly aged paper books.
Who would she die for? (slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em)
Who would she die for? (slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em)
Verse 2:
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.
It leaves much room for error, and the rest is left to destiny.
The West Memphis 3 lost paradise.
Now it's death penalty vs Suicidal Tendencies.
And all I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
"Making you think you're ugly is a million dollar industry." Corrina Bain
If they could sell s
