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Date Posted: 19:31:47 02/26/04 Thu
Author: The Serpent
Subject: Sit back, relax, and get ready to read.

Full Metal Jackoff

Around our nation's capitol
There's a freeway eight lanes wide
White concrete ringed around the city
For those who want inside

Get on, get off
Ignore everything to the sides
In your midst I drive
White niggers in the back
Of the van make drugs

Wanna hide something like a crack lab?
Just put it in plain sight
Only stop to refuel and unload
More poison to tear more lives apart
Whole neighborhods are going psycho
Gang wars like never before
Better lock your doors, buy some guns
And pray for Martial Law

On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In a black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke

Bloody headlines in the news each day
Drug crisis everywhere
So much comes so easy
It's as though someone wants it there

It would be a little obvious
To fence off all the slums
Hand out machine guns
To the poor in the projects
And watch 'em kill each other off

A more subtle genocide is when
The only hope for the young
Is to join the army or slowly die

Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue?
The last roads left of the American Dream

Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue?
Only one road leads to this neighborhood
Kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up

But folks might get just a little upset
If they knew where that dope comes from

From Columbia, to the Contra's
To an airport in Mena, Arkansas
Guess who was governor then?
Clinton. Block investigations
But now that we own the media, too
Those stories just aren't run

On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In a black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke

Same gang that ran smack in Vietnam
Ain't got no reason to fear
Just give George Bush a yuppie face
Bill and Al are here

That sure was easy wasn't it?

More crack
More panic
More cops
More jails

You see emergency, Total War
You see a black face, you see a crackhead
You see a black face,
You see Willie Horton with a knife
You see one Willie Horton
You've seen 'em all
They're everywhere, I know

You asked for it, you've got it:
Drug suspects have no rights at all
Property seized and sold before trial
Labor camps, on American soil?!

Neo-nazi bootboys
That the cops never seem to arrest
Prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats
Why do they get so much press?

Mein Kampf: the mini-series
Kerry or Bush, patriotic heroes
The leader of tomorrow is yours today
Finally got you psyched for a police state

On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In a black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke

My van's a mobile oven now
That burns the bodies you never see
Just like in Chile or Guatemala
People just seem to disappear

Just like Rome
We fell asleep when we got spoiled
Ignored human rights in the rest of the world
You might as well just lose your own

As the noose of narco-militarism
Tightens around our necks
We worry about Janet's breats
And pee in jars to keep our jobs

But if someone came for you one night
To drag you away
Do you really think your neighbors
Would even care?

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