Got my helmet on
My emotions in check
Haven't had sex
for what seems like ten years
and I'm wondering what the ... (heck)
Got a memory of Obama's day
and the way the old wounds
of racism, thought withered away,
bled like a seven-year plague
through the streets of Bethlehem, P.A.
Now we fight all civil wars
with angry words and unsheathed swords
Now we fight all civil wars
with angry words and unsheathed swords
Now the new fan is blowing on hot coals
for the war between the soul man and sister soul
And I'm thinking twice about the alibis
for the war between the sexes
and this new father of lies
and the mother of his nature
Don't touch this. Don't touch that.
Touchy as a funeral in the sex and death vat
Leading to the unsatisfied dynamic
of not touching this, not touching that
Send me a kiss and I'll hit it with a baseball bat,
Then I'll flame you with a conversation that goes like this:
"You wouldn't understand. Cunt is the ultimate compliment
men only use it against women when they know they've lost."
It's well deserved due to your interview couch moves,
met with flash dragon ways and discouraging verbs
as the drop in population, tightly held to the regulation
leads to a sex-starved people pleading for strangulation
as the mighty engine of love can't get no satisfaction
No wonder, woman. No super, man.
All hooked up on porno and strung out
across the land; and the only one winning
is Tony Soprano living in the Caymans
and Russian mobster secret agents
sucking in the dough
in the sexual distortion show
But love is for the real
and these fake news blues
can't last forever
since a caress
and all the rest
is imperative
and primal,
as natural
as survival
Even next to food and fighting,
there really is no other rival
So buck up Ken and Barbie
Your missing parts
were stolen
by their private
little party
Even a true gentleman
doesn't have a chance
If you don't believe me
try to get a dance
with a wolf
with a wolf
