作曲 : French Teen Idol
 作词 : French Teen Idol
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wrapped in plastic .
Ten yeras in the country,still no speakee English.
Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car.
Get a fucking job.
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs,
curry steaming out their pores,stinking up my day.
Terrorists in fucking training.Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps,
going down on each other in my parks and on my piers,jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35!
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach.
Mobster thugs sitting in cafes,sipping tea in little glasses,sugar cubes between their teeth,
Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff,
selling South African apartheid diamonds.
Fuck the Wall Street brokers.
Self-styled masters of the universe.
Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hardworking people blind.
Move the fuck on.
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers
and their 41 shots,standing behind a blue wall of silence.
You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands sown some innocent child's pants.
Fuck the church that protects them,delivering us into evil.
And while you're at it,fuck J.C.
He got off easy-- a day on the cross ,a weekend in hell,
and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity.
Try seven years in fucking Otisville,J.
let the fires rage ,let it burn to fucking ash,
and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole art-infested place.