Soc119 Song Lyrics

This photo was taken on April 26, 1928.

Members of Cañon City Ku Klux Klan No. 21 pose on and around the ferris wheel at the site of a carnival at 8th and Greenwood in Cañon City, Colorado.

Klan members were invited by W. H. Forsythe, owner of the outfit and a klansman from Fort Collins, to don their gowns and pose for a group portrait. Houses and trees can be seen in the background. At left are a flying swings amusement ride and a ticket booth.

 

LET IT BE ME -- Indigo Girls sticks and stones battle zones a single light bulb on a single thread for the black sirens wail history fails rose-colored glass begins to age and crack while the politicians shadowbox the power ring in an endless split decision never solve anything from a neighbor's distant land I heard the strain of the common man let it be me (this is not a fighting song) let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong) let it be me, if the world is night shine my life like a light well the world seems spent and the president has no good idea of who the masses are well i'm one of them and i'm among friends trying to see beyond the fences of our own backyard i've seen kingdoms blow like ashes in the winds of change but the power of truth is the fuel for the flame so the darker the ages get there's a stronger beacon yet let it be me (this is not a fighting song) let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong) let it be me, if the world is night shine my life like a light in the kind word you speak in the turn of the cheek when your vision stays clear in the face of your fear then you see turning off a light switch is their only power when we stand like spotlights in a mighty tower all for one and one for all then we sing the common call let it be me (this is not a fighting song) let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong) let it be me, if the world is night shine my life like a light

WHERE ARE WE GOING -- Howard Jones restraints were hoisted on at such an early age. straps were tightened in the class, scripts by the school sage. putting out the spark, left us in the dark. possibilities shut right down, the cleaver of the uniform was handed down, treated like a clown. where are we going? where are we going? what are we doing? what are we doing? throwing it away like that. what are you doing? throwing it away, all that potential, all that potential, trickling away like that. we will refuse to be your clones or work in someone's scheme. let a person find themselves not be part of a machine that worships power and wealth. we need our sanity. a day will come when everyone will have their due respect. hate will no longer be a twisted form of love. where are we going? what are we doing? throwing it away like that. what are you doing? all that potential, trickling away like that. where are we going? what are we doing? throwing it away like that. what are you doing? all that potential, trickling away like that.

BLACK HISTORY -- Gil Scott Heron I was wonderin' about our yesterdays and started diggin' through the rubble. And to say the least somebody went to a hell of a lot of trouble, to make sure that when we looked things up we wouldn't fare too well, and we would come up with totally unreliable portraits of ourselves. But I compiled what few facts I could I mean such as they are, to see if we could shed a little bit of light, and this is what I got so far. First, White folks discovered Africa and they claimed it fare and square. Cecil Rhodes couldn't have been robbin' nobody ‘cause hell, he said "Wasn't nobody there!" White folks brought all the civilization, they said "Wasn't none around! ‘Cause how could these folks over here be civilized when there wasn't nobody writin' nothing down?" And just to prove all their suspicions well it didn't take too long. They found out there were whole groups of people in plain sight runnin' around without much clothes on. That's right! There wuz women, and men, and young folks and old folks, well righteous folks just covered their eyes. And no time was spent considering their environment, they just said "Hell no, this here just ain't civilized." And another way they knew the folks wuz backwards, or at least this is how we were taught, is that unlike the very civilized people of Europe these Black groups actually fought. And yes there were some crude implements and yes they had primitive art. And yes they were masters of hunting and fishing and courtesy came from the heart. And yes there was love and medicine and religion and intertribal communication by drum, but no papers and pencils and other utensils and hell these folks never even heard of a gun. So this is why the colonies came, to stabilize the land. The dark continent had copper and gold and the discoverers had themselves a plan. They would discover all the places with promise, you didn't need no titles and deeds. And then you would appoint people to make everything legal to sanction their trickery and their greed. And back in the jungle if the natives got restless well you call that guerilla attack. And you never describe that some folks might have got wise and decided that they wuz gonna fight back. But still we are victims of word games, semantics is always a bitch. The places once called "underdeveloped" and backwards they now call them "mineral rich." But still it seems like the game goes on with unity just beyond our reach. Libya and Egypt used to be in Africa they've been moved to the Middle East. There are examples galore I assure you but if interpreting was left up to me, I'd be sure every time folks knew this version wasn't mine, which is why it is called "His...story."

HEAVEN'S HERE ON EARTH -- Tracy Chapman you can look to the stars in search of the answers look for god and life on distant planets have your faith in the ever after while each of us holds inside the map to the labrinth and heaven's here on earth we are the spirit the collective conscience we create the pain and the suffering and the beauty in this world heaven's here on earth in our faith in humankind in our respect for what is earthly in our unfaltering belief in peace and love and understanding i've seen and met angels wearing the disguise of ordinary people leading ordinary lives filled with love compassion forgiveness and sacrifice heaven's in our hearts in our faith in humankind in our respect for what is earthly in our unfaltering belief in peace and love and understanding look around believe in what you see the kingdom is at hand the promised land is at your feet we can and will become what we aspire to be if heaven's here on earth if we have faith in humankind and respect for what is earthly and an unfaltering belief that truth is divinity and heaven's here on earth i've seen spirits i've met angels i've touched creations beautiful and wondrous i've been places where I question all I think I know but I believe I believe I believe this could be heaven we are born inside the gates with the power to create life and to take it away the world is our temple the world is our church heaven's here on earth if we have faith in humankind and respect for what is earthly and an unfaltering belief in peace and love and understanding this could be heaven here on earth.

COLOR BLIND -- Michael W. Smith there's not a world of difference out in the world tonight. between this world of people Red, Yellow, Black, and White. but instead of riding a rainbow of love we still are fighting with prejudice gloves of anger...with something to claim but nothing to gain. why can't we be color blind? you know we should be living together and we'd find a reason and rhyme. I know we would ‘cause we could see better if we could be color blind. somebody's just assuming he's up to nothing good ‘cause he's not like the others. there goes the neighborhood. what kind of world are we living in when we judge a man by the tone of his skin. it's crazy ‘cause he has a heart like you have a heart and...chorus. it'd be so fine, to be color blind, to open our eyes, and see color blind. I know this world would be a better place. the only race would be the human race. all of those barriers would be erased. why can't we be color blind?

BANG BANG BANG -- Tracy Chapman Whad'ya go and do, you go and give the boy a gun Now there ain't no place to run to, ain't no place to run. When he holds it in his hand, he feels mighty he feels strong. Now there ain't no place to run to, Ain't no place to run. One day he may come back, repay us for what we done. Then where you gonna run to, where you gonna run. But one fine day all our problems will be solved, Bang bang bang we'll shoot him down. Give him drugs and give him candy, anything to make him think he's happy, and he won't ever come for us, he won't ever come. But if he does and if there's no one else around, bang bang bang we'll shoot him down. If he preys only on his neighbors brothers sisters and friends, we'll consider it a favor, we'll consider justice done. But if he comes for you or me, and we can place a gun in his hand, bang bang bang we'll shoot him dead. Whad'ya go and do, you go and give the boy a gun. Now there ain't no place to run to, ain't no place to run. Now we'll all be at his mercy, if he decides to hunt us down, cause there ain't no place to run to ain't no place to run. If he wants the chances that you took from him and nothing that you own, then there'll be no place to run to, there'll be no place to run. And if he finds himself to be a reflection of us all, bang bang bang he'll shoot us down. Before you can raise your eyes to read the writing on the wall, bang bang bang he'll shoot you down. Before you can bridge the gulf between and embrace him in your arms, bang bang bang he'll shoot you down.

YOU HAVEN'T DONE NOTHIN' -- Stevie Wonder We are amazed but not amused by all the things you say that you do. Though much concerned but not involved with decisions that are made by you. But we are sick and tired of hearing the song, tellin' how you are going to change right from wrong. Caus' if you really want t hear our view, you haven't done nothin'. It's not too cool to be ridiculed but you brought this upon yourself. The world is tired of pacifying, we want the truth and nothing else. And we are sick... We would not care to wake up to the nightmare that becomes real life. But when misled--who knows--a person's mind can turn as cold as ice. Why do you keep on making us hear your song? Tellin' us how you are changing right from wrong. ‘Caus if you really want to hear our view, you haven't done nothin'. Do the walk...

WHY? -- Tracy Chapman Why do the babies starve when there's enough food to feed the world? Why when there're so many of us are there people still alone? Why are the missles called peace keepers when they're aimed to kill? Why is a woman still not safe when she's in her home? Love is hate, war is peace, no is yes, and we're all free. But somebody's gonna have to answer the time is coming soon, amidst all these questions and contradictions there're some who seek the truth. But somebody's gonna have to answer the time is coming soon, when the blind remove their blinders and the speechless speak the truth.

DIFFERENT DRUM -- Bill Miller Davey had an eagle tatooed on his right arm Got it back in high school when we were working on a farm He still got that arrowhead we found when we were kids And I knew we'd be like brothers just as long as we both lived I still got my memory of the night we jumped the fence Stole your uncle's pickup truck drove it up around the bend You were the handsome cowboy and I the trusty brave We were looking for some fallin' angel waiting to be saved Well for some it just comes so easy and for others it seems it's bred in the bone But we danced to the beat of a different drum than the one we heard at home I went to the mountains I was reaching for the sun I was on fire for leavin', this angry battle I thought I'd won David dug his trenches, he fought his war at home My mountain soon was crumbling, god I was all alone Oh for some it just comes easy And for others it's bred in their bones But I danced to the beat of a different drum than the one I heard at home It was years before the smoke cleared that I could come back home again Look my father in the eyes I could finally let him in For he was not the enemy, no the enemy was within And I knew that Davey understood because David was my friend Well for some you know it comes so easy And for others seems it's bred in the bone But I still dance to the beat of a different drum Than the one I heard at home I will always dance to the beat of a different drum For the warrior has come home

WALKING INTO DOORS -- Archie Roach You say you're a man, you understand, but you don't. You should lend her a helping hand, but you won't. Cause I'm a man, I don't understand, but I try. She always does what I command, while she cries. And why should we do what we do and sleep at night. The crazy things we put her through, it isn't right. So my brother don't hurt her anymore. She's got her law, you've got yours. And she's sick and tired of walking into doors. Her gentle spirit her sacred way and her smile may not be here she may disappear in a little while. Sister moon, sister girl and given birth. Mother nature, mother of pearl and mother earth. Sweet mother earth. So my brother don't hurt her anymore. She's got her law, you've got yours. And she's sick and tired of walking into doors.

STRANGE FIRE -- Indigo Girls I come to you with strange fire, I make an offering of love The incense of my soil is burned by the fire in my blood. I come with a softer answer to the questions that lie in your path. I want to harbor you from the anger, find a refuge from the wrath. This is a message of love, love that moves from the inside out, love that never grows tired. I come to you with strange fire. Mercenaries of the shrine, who are you to speak for god? With haughty eyes and lying tongues and hands that shed innocent blood. Who delivered you the power to interpret calvary? You gamble away our freedom to gain your own authority. Find another state of mind, grab hold. Strange fire burns with the motion of love. When you learn to love yourself, you will dissolve all the stones that are cast. You will learn to burn the icing sky and to melt the waxen mask, Yes, to have the gift of true release, this is a peace that will take you higher. I come to you with my offering, I bring you strange fire. This is a message of love, love that moves from the inside out, love that never grows tired. I come to you with strange fire.

THE WOOD SONG  -- Indigo Girls

THE THIN HORIZON OF A PLAN IS ALMOST CLEAR MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE HAD A HARD TIME BRUISING OUR BRAINS HARD UP AGAINST CHANGE ALL THE OLD DOGS AND THE MAGICIAN NOW I SEE WE'RE IN THE BOAT IN TWO BY TWOS ONLY THE HEART THAT WE HAVE FOR A TOOL WE COULD USE AND THE VERY CLOSE QUARTERS ARE HARD TO GET USED TO LOVE WEIGHS THE HULL DOWN WITH ITS WEIGHT BUT THE WOOD IS TIRED AND THE WOOD IS OLD AND WE'LL MAKE IT FINE IF THE WEATHER HOLDS BUT IF THE WEATHER HOLDS THEN WE'LL HAVE MISSED THE POINT THAT'S WHERE I NEED TO GO NO WAY CONSTRUCTION OF THIS TRICKY PLAN WAS BUILT BY OTHER THAN A GREATER HAND WITH A LOVE THAT PASSES ALL OUR UNDERSTANDING WATCHING CLOSELY OVER THE JOURNEY YEAH BUT WHAT IT TAKES TO CROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE SEEMS MORE THAN ALL THE COURAGE I CAN MUSTER UP INSIDE BUT WE GET TO HAVE SOME ANSWERS WHEN WE REACH THE OTHER SIDE THE PRIZE IS ALWAYS WORTH THE ROCKY RIDE BUT THE WOOD IS TIRED AND THE WOOD IS OLD AND WE'LL MAKE IT FINE IF THE WEATHER HOLDS BUT IF THE WEATHER HOLDS THEN WE'LL HAVE MISSED THE POINT THAT'S WHERE I NEED TO GO SOMETIMES I ASK TO SNEAK A CLOSER LOOK SKIP TO THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THE BOOK AND MAYBE STEER US CLEAR FROM SOME OF THE PAIN THAT IT TOOK TO GET US WHERE WE ARE THIS FAR BUT THE QUESTION DROWNS IN ITS FUTILITY AND EVEN I HAVE GOT TO LAUGH AT ME CAUSE NO ONE GETS TO MISS THE STORM OF WHAT WILL BE JUST HOLDING ON FOR THE RIDE THE WOOD IS TIRED THE WOOD IS OLD AND WE'LL MAKE IT FINE IF THE WEATHER HOLDS BUT IF THE WEATHER HOLDS THEN WE'LL HAVE MISSED THE POINT THAT'S WHERE I NEED TO GO
 

MATERIAL WORLD  --  Tracy Chapman

You in your fancy material world, don't see the links of chain binding blood.
Our own ancestors are hungry ghosts, closets so full of bones they won't close.
Call it upward mobility but you've been sold down the river.
Just another form of slavery and the whole man-made white world is your master.
You in your fancy material world create in your own image a supreme god.
Your virgin mary, your holy ghosts, claimed to be pure of heart,
     have hands that are stained with blood.
You in your fancy material world, don't see the links of chain binding...
 
 

LIVES IN THE BALANCE - Jackson Browne

I've been waiting for something to happen  For a week or a month or a year  With the blood in the ink of the headlines  And the sound of the crowd in my ear  You might ask what it takes to remember  When you know that you've seen it before  Where a government lies to a people  And a country is drifting to war  And there's a shadow on the faces  Of the men who send the guns  To the wars that are fought in places  Where their business interest runs  On the radio talk shows and T.V.  You hear one thing again and again  How the U.S.A. stands for freedom  And we come to the aid of a friend  But who are the ones that we call our friends  These governments killing their own  Or the people who finally can't take anymore  And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone  There are lives in the balance  There are people under fire  There are children at the cannons  And there is blood on the wire  There's a shadow on the faces  Of the men who fan the flames  Of the wars that are fought in places  Where we can't even say the names  They sell us the President the same way  They sell us our clothes and our cars  They sell us everything from youth to religion  I want to know who the men in the shadows are  I want to hear somebody asking them why  They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are  But they're never the ones to fight or to die  And there are lives in the balance  There are people under fire  There are children at the cannons  And there is blood on the wire
 
 

CALL IT DEMOCRACY  --  Bruce Cockburn

Padded with power here they come  International loan sharks backed by the guns of market hungry military profiteers  Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared with the blood of the poor.  Who rob life of its quality  Who render rage a necessity  By turning countries into labor camps  Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom  Sinister and cynical instrument  Who makes the gun into a sacrament  The only response to the deification of tyranny by so-called developed nations  Idolatry of ideology  North, south, east, west Kill the best and buy the rest  It's just spend a buck to make a buck  You don't really give a flying fuck about the people in misery  IMF  Dirty MF  Takes  away everything it can get  Always making certain that there's one thing left Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt  I see they paid off the local bottom feeders  Passing themselves off as leaders  Kiss the ladies, shake hands with the fellows  And it's open for business like a cheap bordello  And they call it democracy  And they call it democracy  I see the loaded eyes of the children too  Trying to make the best of it the way kids do  One day your  gonna rise from your habitual feast  To find yourself staring down the throat of a beast  They call the revolution  And they call it democracy...
 

TONY -- Patty Griffin

Does anyone remember Tony   A quiet boy, little over weight
He had breasts like a girl  When I wasn't too busy feeling lonely
I'd stare over his shoulder   At a map of the world
He always finished all his homework   Raised his hand in homeroom
He called the morning attendance  With the pledge allegiance to the (gloom) ?
Hey Tony, what's so good about dying   He said I think I might do a little dying
today   He looked in the mirror and saw   A little faggot starin back at him
Pulled out a gun and blew himself away   I hated every day of high school
It's funny, I guess you did too   Its funny how I never knew
There I was sitting right behind you   They wrote it in the local rag
Death comes to the local fag  I guess you finally stopped believing
That any hope would ever find you   Well I know that story,
I was sitting right behind you    Hey Tony, what's so good about dying
He said I think I might do a little dying today   He looked in the mirror and saw
A little faggot starin back at him   Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
Hey Tony whats so good about dying, dying
 

DON'T CALL ME WHITE -- nofx

Don't call me white, Don't call me white.
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.

The connotation's wearing my nerves thin
Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?
I understand that language breeds stereotype
But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.

I wasn't brought here I was born
Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn
Does this mean I have to take such shit
For being fair skinned? No!
I ain't part of no conspiracy, I'm just your average Joe.
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.

Represents everything I hate
The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind
The vast majority of sheep
A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
They're so fuckin' ordinary white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.

Oh...we're better off this way?
Oh...say what you're gonna say.
So go ahead and label me an asshole cause I can...
  accept responsibility for what I've done but not for who I am.
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.
Don't call me white, Don't call me white.
 
 

BLACK AND WHITE -- Three Dog Night

The ink is black, the page is white
Together we learn to read and write
A child is black, a child is white
The whole world looks upon the sight, a beautiful sight
        And now a child can understand
        That this is the law of all the land, all the land
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by day and then by night
A child is black, a child is white
Together they grow to see the light, to see the light
        And now at last we plainly see
        We'll have a dance of Liberty, Liberty!
The world is black, the world is white
It turns by day and then by night
A child is black, a child is white
The whole world looks upon the sight, a beautiful sight
Chorus
Together they grow to see the light, to see the light
 
 

With God On Our Side - Dylan (The Neville Brothers)

Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.
 
 

You and Me of the 10,000 Wars - Indigo Girls

You and me of the 10,000 wars,
dividing life into factions of pleasure and chores -
a bed to be made and a bed to lie in,
a hand in the darker side and our sights set on Zion.
The heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child,
put my life in a box and let my imagination run wild
pour the cement for my feet.
the heart and the mind on a parallel course
never the two shall meet.
and, oh, the dissatisfied with the satisfied
everybody loves a melodrama
and the scandal of a lie -
still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes -
still waters.
Try making one and one make one
twist the shapes until everything comes undone
watch the wizard behind the curtain
the larger than life and the power of seeming certain.
The evil ego and the vice of pride
is there ever anything else that makes us take our different sides?
I wanted everything to feed me.
About as full as I got was of myself
and the upper echelons of mediocrity
after the battle and we're still around
everything once up in the air has settled down
sweep the ashes let the silence find us
a moment of peace is worth every war behind us.
You and me of the 10,000 wars.

 


 

WHY CAN'T WE LIVE TOGETHER  -- Sade

Tell me why tell me why tell me why...why can't we live together?
Tell me why tell me why...why can't we live together?
Everybody wants to live together...why can't we be together?

No more war no more war no more war...just a little peace.
No more war no more war...all we want is some peace in this world.
Everybody wants to live together...why can't we be together?

No matter no matter what color...you are still my brother.
I said no matter no matter what color...you are still my brother.
Everybody wants to live together....why can't we be together.
Everybody wants to live.  Everybody's got to be together.

 

 

Never Again  -- Wu Tang Clan

 

FATHER AND SON  --  CAT STEVENS

Mr. Nigga -- Mos Def
 

 

"DON'T DRINK THE WATER"  --  Dave Matthews Band

Come out come out, No use in hiding   Come now come now, Can you not see? 
There's no place here, What were you expecting   Not room for both, Just room for me  
So you will lay your arms down, Yes I will call this home   Away away   You have been banished,
Your land is gone   And given me, And here I will spread my wings   Yes I will call this home,
What's this you say   You feel a right to remain, Then stay and I will bury you  
What's that you say, Your father's spirit still lives in this place   I will silence you,
Here's the hitch   Your horse is leaving, Don't miss your boat   It's leaving now,
And as you go I will spread my wings   Yes I will call this home, I have no time to justify to you 
Fool you're blind, move aside for me, All I can say to you my new neighbor 
Is you must move on or I will bury you, Now as I rest my feet by this fire 
Those hands once warmed here, I have retired them   I can breathe my own air,
I can sleep more soundly   Upon these poor souls, I'll build heaven and call it home  
'Cause you're all dead now, I live with my justice   I live with my greedy need,
I live with no mercy   I live with my frenzied feeding, I live with my hatred  
I live with my jealousy, I live with the notion   That I don't need anyone but me,
Don't drink the water   Don't drink the water   There's blood in the water,
Don't drink the water

 

"WE SHALL BE FREE"  --  Garth Brooks

This ain't comin' from no prophet   Just an ordinary man
When I close my eyes I see  The way this world shall be
When we all walk hand in hand

When the last child cries for a crust of bread
When the last man dies for just words that he said
When there's shelter over the poorest head
We shall be free

When the last thing we notice is the color of skin
And the first thing we look for is the beauty within
When the skies and the oceans are clean again
Then we shall be free

We shall be free   We shall be free
Stand straight, walk proud   'Cause we shall be free
When we're free to love anyone we choose
When this world's big enough for all different views
When we all can worship from our own kind of pew
Then we shall be free   We shall be free

We shall be free   Have a little faith   Hold out
'Cause we shall be free

And when money talks for the very last time
And nobody walks a step behind
When there's only one race and that's mankind
Then we shall be free

We shall be free  We shall be free
Stand straight, walk proud, have a little faith, hold out
We shall be free
 

 

 

Ben Folds: Rockin' the Suburbs
 

Let me tell ya'll what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
It's a bitch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD
Sham on

I got shit running through my brain
So intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains

I'm rocking the suburbs
Just like Michael Jackson did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rocking the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Fixes all my shitty tracks

I'm pissed off but I'm too polite
When people break in the McDonalds line
Mum and dad you made me so uptight
Gonna cuss on the mic tonight
I don't know how much I can take
Girl give me something I can break

I'm rocking the suburbs
Just like Quiet Riot did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that they were talented
I'm rocking the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Fixes all my shitty tracks

In a haze these days
I pull up to the stoplight
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me
With hate and bass
Sending dirty vibes my way
Cause my great great great great granddad
Made someone's great great great great granddaddies slaves
It wasn't my idea
It wasn't my idea
It never was my idea
I just drove to the store
For some preparation h

Ya'll don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
Ya'll don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
Ya'll don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
Ya'll don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white

It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
Fuck

Just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rocking the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Fixes all my shitty tracks these days
Yeah yeah
I'm rocking the suburbs
Yeah yeah
I'm rocking the suburbs
Yeah yeah

You'd better look out because i'm gonna say fuck
You'd better look out because i'm gonna say fuck
You'd better look out because i'm gonna say fuck
You'd better look out because i'm gonna say fuck

 

 

LITEFOOT - WILLIN' TO DIE
(Yeah)
(Oh Yeah)
(Oh it's on now fool)
(Just when you that you herd it all, nah this ain't no gang stories)
(This is a story about one of my homies)
(Yeah you know whats up)
(Hey yo Litefoot show them the reel fool)

Last night I herd the cops say freeze
But now a days life on the resay, horses and teepees
I Never had a good day, its bad enough they took our land,
now we dealing with this B.I.A.
But that's an Indians life out in OK,
I'm sendin' the smoke signals all the way to L.A.
Put out the peace pipe, put on the war paint
Put down the bow and arrow now I got an AK
And then Kid Frost stepped on the plain,
this Mexican from LA is a little insane (loco)
Frost My people got a problem, (what's that)
You see they keeping us down, now do you think that we can solve that?
(Strong arm straight up, that's the solution,
get your self an army and start a revolution)
Pollution, in the sky, makes me cry
I'm proud to be a Cherokee and willing to die

O.G.'s fighting to survive
they bout to recognize that I'm willing to die
O.G.'s fighting to survive
they bout to recognize the tribe's willing to die
(What's up dog)
(You can't hang with this can you?)
(Nah it's too real)

Fighting is in my blood, that's just the way that I am
I'm creeping with the Prophet and my Man Cheyenne
Circling the reservation like a vulture
And granddaddy always kept me up on my culture (that's right)
So I'm proud to be a Cherokee
And the United States government ain't scaring me
Back in the days they killed Indians for salaries
I'm could one time modern day Calvary
What's gonna happen when we fight back?
Strap the guns again man they ain't gonna like that
They gonna have to come and get me
Black boots and hundreds of troops like 1860
So listen to the words that I'm writing
If I'm going down, bet your ass I was fighting
Ask me what I am and I can never deny
I'm a Indian homeboy and I'm willing to die

(Yeah) (Are you willing to die?) (Yeah) (Are you willing to die?)

We the only people in the world without a motherland
Legally that is but I'll explain it on another chance
I been American before there was Americans (Americans)
Back when they to call my people redskins (redskins)
Have you ever herd of Billy Jack
Well this is Litefoot Homeboy and I'm a little worst than that
I come equipped with a 30 shot clip
And my tribe got the vibe so they ready to trip
Somebody gotta take a stance so I'm ah stand up
Talk about the problem and I'm ah bring the land up
You took this country and you demented it
You saw a land that was green and you cemented it
Machinery replaced all the greenery
And now you acting like you shouldn't mean a thing to me
So I'm ah organize and give it one more try
You see I'm Cherokee and willing to die

(This goes out to every Cheyenne and Apache,
Cherokee, Inca, the Maya, Camanche, Navajo, Aztec
the people of the sun, run Indian run.)
(This goes out to every Cheyenne and Apache,
Cherokee, Inca, the Maya, Camanche, Navajo, Aztec
the people of the sun, run Indian run)
(Yeah)
(Litefoot)