歌曲 | Slow Down Gandhi |
歌手 | Sage Francis |
专辑 | A Healthy Distrust |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Frances | |
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 lists. | |
The cool kids were all rocking votes, | |
I shit you not, | |
I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop | |
BooYea!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 marchesthe 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 wonderbras 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 foris it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor | |
An abominable colony of cyborgs. | |
Clogging up the property that | |
I call eyesores. | |
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. | |
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 left to destiny. | |
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 richertill 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 freebase) | |
The sickness (the symptom) | |
When the cameras start rollin'stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim! | |
The briefcase ( the freebase) | |
The sickness ( the symptoms) | |
When the cameras start rollin',slow down | |
Gandhi, you're killin'em. | |
Mr. Save The | |
World, spare us the details. | |
Save the females from losing interest. | |
And Miss Save | |
The Universe, | |
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. | |
Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords? | |
Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword? | |
It's the same who complain about the global war, | |
But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for. | |
They call the shots(but they're not in the line of fire) | |
I call the cops(but they break in the line of duty) | |
Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority. | |
The truth keeps callin' me, and | |
I'ma live to tell the story. | |
So what's the truth, quit seeking forgiveness. | |
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors | |
You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons? | |
Just bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters. | |
Cause they don't call the shots( but they're in the line of fire) | |
I'd like to call the cops( but they break in the line of duty) | |
It's time to call a stop | |
To the abuse of authority. | |
The truth keeps calling me | |
And I'ma live to tell the story. |
zuo qu : Frances | |
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 lists. | |
The cool kids were all rocking votes, | |
I shit you not, | |
I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop | |
BooYea! 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 marchesthe 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 wonderbras 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 foris it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor | |
An abominable colony of cyborgs. | |
Clogging up the property that | |
I call eyesores. | |
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. | |
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 left to destiny. | |
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 richertill 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 freebase | |
The sickness the symptom | |
When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim! | |
The briefcase the freebase | |
The sickness the symptoms | |
When the cameras start rollin', slow down | |
Gandhi, you' re killin' em. | |
Mr. Save The | |
World, spare us the details. | |
Save the females from losing interest. | |
And Miss Save | |
The Universe, | |
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. | |
Who' s the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords? | |
Who can pen a hateful threat but can' t hold a sword? | |
It' s the same who complain about the global war, | |
But can' t overthrow the local joker that they voted for. | |
They call the shots but they' re not in the line of fire | |
I call the cops but they break in the line of duty | |
Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority. | |
The truth keeps callin' me, and | |
I' ma live to tell the story. | |
So what' s the truth, quit seeking forgiveness. | |
You need to cut the noose, but you don' t believe in scissors | |
You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons? | |
Just bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters. | |
Cause they don' t call the shots but they' re in the line of fire | |
I' d like to call the cops but they break in the line of duty | |
It' s time to call a stop | |
To the abuse of authority. | |
The truth keeps calling me | |
And I' ma live to tell the story. |
zuò qǔ : Frances | |
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 lists. | |
The cool kids were all rocking votes, | |
I shit you not, | |
I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop | |
BooYea! 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 marchesthe 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 wonderbras 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 foris it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor | |
An abominable colony of cyborgs. | |
Clogging up the property that | |
I call eyesores. | |
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. | |
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 left to destiny. | |
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 richertill 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 freebase | |
The sickness the symptom | |
When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim! | |
The briefcase the freebase | |
The sickness the symptoms | |
When the cameras start rollin', slow down | |
Gandhi, you' re killin' em. | |
Mr. Save The | |
World, spare us the details. | |
Save the females from losing interest. | |
And Miss Save | |
The Universe, | |
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. | |
Who' s the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords? | |
Who can pen a hateful threat but can' t hold a sword? | |
It' s the same who complain about the global war, | |
But can' t overthrow the local joker that they voted for. | |
They call the shots but they' re not in the line of fire | |
I call the cops but they break in the line of duty | |
Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority. | |
The truth keeps callin' me, and | |
I' ma live to tell the story. | |
So what' s the truth, quit seeking forgiveness. | |
You need to cut the noose, but you don' t believe in scissors | |
You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons? | |
Just bring home our motherfuckin' brothers and sisters. | |
Cause they don' t call the shots but they' re in the line of fire | |
I' d like to call the cops but they break in the line of duty | |
It' s time to call a stop | |
To the abuse of authority. | |
The truth keeps calling me | |
And I' ma live to tell the story. |