1990

Well the pacifists cut off their hands
To protest senseless violence in the streets
And now they're dragging them
By their sacrificial stumps across concrete
And the people without conviction Cover the eyes of their children
Who later will remember mama said
"Don't ever stand for nothing that'll get you dead"

Tomorrow is another day
But that's not what the papers say
I know a guy who had a headache one day
And he was in a coma the next day
And they're building speedbumps
On the highway out of town
And the funny thing is
People are actually slowing down
And no one wants to break a back
So no one dares step on a crack

In Texas two gays were run over
By two guys in a 4x4 Chevy
But they were acquitted
Cause the judge said they reacted naturally
Well is it emotional or intellectual
This temporary insanity?
Does bombing judges through the mail
Fall into this category?
No that kind of murder
Will have you making license plates in stir
But kill a couple of fags
And say my accelerator slipped sir

"I think I'll become a model"
That's what my cousin Rachel said
"And as soon as a guy's eyes open up
I'm going to step inside and fuck his head for a change"
Because there is nothing like unobtainable
To turn a desire into an essential
Marble into pedestal
Contented into cannibal

It's a rice paper constitution
That dribbles out of double-breasted mouths
And now all those gilt-edged ass kissers
Have gone and made oral sex against the law
Instead of making it easier
To live in this environment
They just make killing yourself a Federal Offense
See Dick live his life the way he wants
To be a dick why don'tcha?
Because this is your brain
This is your brain on propaganda