Son of an American
I was sitting'
Safe inside my bedroom walls
It wasn't 1990 at all
But the future scene to be
Just floatin' and everyday seem like the last
I think I'm livin' in the past
The other half move too fast
Gimme thin girl, thin T.V.
Ice watch, ice coffee
Malt liquor, malt ice cream
I need a condo in the country
White fence 'round the city
Don't it pay to be so free?
'Cause I'm a son of an American
Thats no lie
Sun's brighter than its ever been
Why ain't I?
'Cause Im a son of an American
That's why
Don't wanna hear about it ever again.
Take me out to the ball game
I want to sit in the stands and scream
I wanna root for the losing team
Like that day
The stadium was Shea
And I lived in a rally cap
And the underdog would say
I'm a son of an American
I tried and tried but I can’t hide
What I am as an American
And all the kids, overseas
Can't never know freedom like me
Gimme thin girl, thin TV
Ice watch, ice coffee
Malt liquor, malt ice cream
'Cause I'm a son of an American
House of Glass
First stop is the liquor shop, then we turn the lights down
Open up the store!
I’ll call again saying , “bring ten friends” and you do
But they always cum bored
As soon as you walk through my door
I’m cracking up
Break dancing on the floor
You know you shouldn’t throw those stones around like that
If you’re living in a house that’s made of glass
Now everybodys’ at my place and their puking up the walls
And it’s all in good fun
But tell me who’s gonna clean it up when the grown up,
Blown out partys’ done
You cut something so quick that your bloods’ still blue
And you act so agile and brash
But I’m just as fragile and trashed and true
You know you shouldn’t throw those stones around like that
If you’re living in a house that’s made of glass
O’ snap, snap
Shea shake
You know its just about ready to crack
See, it’s just about day break
All that I can see is transparency
Can’t you see right through me?
And can’t you see right past
When you’re living in a house of glass?
Diss Town
I think about it every night and day
Another murder in the first degree
I heard a big bang so I shot back
Now there’s another lover dead inside my tracks
Nothings’ intact in fact the citys’ blown out
There’s a mushroom cloud of cynicism and doubt
And I’m the last man standing trying to figure it out
Sup?
Diss town is
A pa clipse
I think about it every night and day
That aint’ a skyline, it’s a cemetary
That ain’t the sidewalk, it’s the sidelines
Now that there’s a mob in the road
And the church bell chimes
With picket signs for the modern times
The streets are trashed
So the can man stayed
Trying to hustle some bottles back to the store
For some change
But there’s no one here
But the insincere
So
Diss town is
A pa clipse
Lost Weekend
You and I, riding high
In a landfill building castles
We get around while we’re alive
Stuck in a web with the spiders and flies, singing
And we can’t speak cause’ we’re in too deep
We grown up 86’d and ended up like this
So don’t you cry, you did it as much as I
And I’m not gonna be the one to bail you out this time
We’ve been on a lost weekend
I’ve seen folks walk on high tight ropes
But they’re more fun to dance across
Then at the end of the day
When the work weeks’ through
There’s a sign that says, “get lost”
So we’ve been drinking far too long
We stumble forward, hung up on the past
Don’t you worry about that my babe
These days weren’t built to last
We’ve been on a lost weekend
Could you forget the future if it was just a lie ?
Stuck in a web with the spiders and flies
Would you forget the future, if I could forget mine,
Should you forget the future?
Blowout
Ryan!
Elkin!
Staggers!
Alex!
You know sometimes Reich, sometimes I feel like... (blown out. )
Bro- out!
Blowout!
Wrecking Ball
You could be the one with opposable thumbs
Graduate from 20 years of school
To the slums
And it’s nothing new
Its out there waiting for you
I will be the kid with the razor blade lid
Blow out the top and fall down dead
Dressed to leave the house like it’s 20 01
Been known to make the whole city run
Yeah, easy come and go
I am a wrecking ball
A ball and chain so
High and low
It’s well understood in the old neighborhood
If you do good, you’ll get what you should
But that’s nothing new
And it ain’t quite true
From the great trash patch to white specific shore
They pulled you out the womb
You were expecting more
Raised in a country, demolition company
See that plane fly like a missile in the sky
Yeah easy come and go
I am a wrecking ball
A ball and chain so
High and low
Yeah is it comical ?
I am a wrecking ball
You best run like its 20 0 1
And everything is gonna fall
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Yeah easy come and go
I am a wrecking ball
A ball and chainzo
Bustin’ up yer stereo
Is it comical?
Speakeasy
Ey could ya,
Do me a favor?
Quit calling up from an anonymous place
There was a
Corner bodega, we used to hit up
You would say it to your face
But those days done gone
Now all you can do is hide
Behind a screen
Inside
A coffee shop
Another cyber cop shot down on the spot ,
Speakin' it easy, in the N.N.Y.C.
I’m gonna hear it from N.Y.P.D. , because
Its’ never been such a crime to be free
Speak easy
I told him stay away
He couldn't hear what I was trying to say
Who is this dude from L.A.?
He's gonna kill us all
Roll out the super-mall
He's got a thousand ways to talk
But he got no voice at all
Speaking it easy in the N.N.Y.C.
If you got what it takes to speak easy then you know
So it’s undeniably so
Im gonna hear it from the kids in 2D because
Everybody's lost in the gleam
But its like nobody is talking to me
When my brains blown out
Maybe then they'll learn to speak easy
I guess we're gonna have to wait and see
Speaking it easy in the N.N.Y.C.
I’m gonna hear it from the N.Y.P.D.
They're gonna stick me in a box down a stream
Here they come, let them come
Come on, come on everyone
New N.Y.C. is where you'll find me doing time in custody
Its never been such a crime to be free
SPEAK EASY
All of the Time
All of the time, it’s the same trick, it’s the same damn trick all the time
Someone is out there, getting sea sick, and someone rocks the boat
In rhythm and time
All of the time, even the time you spend shooting blanks at kids in your high
Like all of your friends with their blues pills ducking in the hills of the hollywood sign
Well fuck your good vibe and your new friends and their new clothes fuck their design
Cause everybody wants your body dressed up all of the time
Out for the kill the children try
Doped up with homicide in mind
They go their way,
Theirs,’ the highway
Go take the highway but it may take your time
All of your time
Even the time you spend shooting blanks at kids in your high
Like all of your friends, with their bullshit change
And they just get nickled and dimed
Still on the kill and aiming high
Each hoping to camouflage their mines
They don’t stop and look you in the spot where your eyes be
They just pass by me
They just let time click by
All of the time
It’s the same trick, it’s the same damn trick all the time
Someone is out there, getting sea sick and someone rocks the boat
In rhythm and time
In ritalin time, at the same time, one gets a check and the other gets fined
Cause everybody wants your body wrapped up all the time
Down on the hill where no mans climbed
In gospel mountain tops recline
So get your ass off the superhighway, lets take it my way
Let the time click by
All of the time
If it’s the end of time , lets ride
Take off your phony disguise and come by
Say goodbye
Everything Revival
I woke up at your party
I heard the latest trend
You wanted everybody there to be your friend
I listened to your story
About that after modern feeling
Like its fun to win
And to pretend
Tell me though,
Do you really want to know what happens?
I'll be a buzz bin fly
Just living to die
And I don't want to be the guy
To say whatever, nevermind
Here today, gone tomorrow
Here we go
Now that the party's done
And we're both on our own
Do you feel a bit
Cheated, now that
We're living safe and sober?
The 1960s' over,
Stop me if i am repeating, (yeah man)
Back when you were king
You had new friends
Now that you’re not
See how they pass you by?
And I don't want to be the guy
To say whatever nevermind
Here today, gone tomorrow
He was born in 25
American assembly line
He was on our side
Of the last world war
Just today he up and died
Hey, Mr. New York Times
There go a thousand more
Now that the partys’ done
And we're all on our own
Do you feel a bit cheated?
Now we go to bed in our own bed sheets
Individually, keep dreaming
Tell me though
Do you really want to know what happens?
You'll have a space to die and occupy
But I don’t wanna
I don't want to be that guy
ADD between his thighs
Standing on the corner, son
Standing on the corner tryin'
Looking at the second watch of time
Watching every second tick by
Here today, gone tomorrow
Island Ridin'
Another summer for the city,
And on the thirty- three bus downtown,
You said “I’m getting higher than you “
So I took the subway to your suburb
Saw your mother in an all white gown,
She said “I’m getting high how bout you?”
So long sleep,
Its been real deep, but
With all these sheep on my cloud,
I keep on losing count.
See me riding all around town?
An angry boy is a hungry boy.
Island ridin’,
No one’s around.
A hungry boy is an angry boy
Bomb threat on the train,
And there's a man on a ledge in Bed Stuy,
Who said, “ I’m getting higher than you!”
Nowadays I’m feeling just like him,
Ready to blow up or ready to die
So I’m getting high, how bout you?
Jesus Christ, I was stoned last night,
They had me up on a cross,
I woke up feeling lost.
See me riding ?
And there's no one around in my sight
For miles and miles
Just an empty bottle of booze
With no text inside
To tell the folks I'm
Island ridin'
Stories high
Dizzy
I keep on falling on my way back to see you
And it’s just like autumn
You and I. U N I T Y .
But things just aint’ the same babe
Ever since the radio spins me
I’m feeling dizzy
Say this and repeat
There’s earth beneath my feet
I’m getting older
she’s getting younger see, but me
I aint’ her father as much as she wants me to be
It just makes me dizzy
Yo dj, spin me round’
I keep on falling on my way
I feel just like autumn
I’m feeling dizzy
You just tell me I’m wasting time
I turn around and I wonder why
The world keeps spinning me rown and round
While it just sits me down,
There’s a hole in the ground in a Tinseltown
I spin from what I’ve heard.
I’m feeling dizzy
What you heard, it’s no bird,
It just spins me around
33 and a 3rd,
All the way down to the neighborhood
I just wanna tell ya so its understood?
I don’t wanna tell ya that the boy is good
Just watch it come around into
Your town on the radio dial
Make you smile
Don’t have to kill yourself to put it around
Put me on your wall
But I’m falling down
And my brains splattered all over the ground
Ch, ch cha ch, cha, cha blaow !!