The Original Wrapper

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I was sittin' home on the west end
 Watchin' cable TV with a female friend
 We were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess
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 The poor and the hungry, a world in distress
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 Herpes and AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle
 Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle
 And while you're at it, check what's in the batter
 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper
 Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper
 Reagan says abortion's murder
 While he's looking at Cardinal O'Connor
 Look at Jerry Falwell, Louis Farrakhan
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 Both talk religion and the brotherhood of man
 They both sound like they belong in Tehran
 Watch out, they're goin' full throttle
 Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle
 And while you're at it, better check what's in the batter
 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper
 Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
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 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper
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 White against white, black against Jew
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 It seems like it's 1942
 The baby sits in front of MTV
 Watching violent fantasies
 While dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport
 Only to find his heroes are all coked up
 Classic, original, the same old story
 The politics of hate in a new surrounding
 Hate if it's good and hate if it's bad
 And if this all don't make you mad
 I'll keep yours and I'll keep mine
 Nothing sacred and nothing divine
 Father, bless me, we're at full throttle
 Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle
 And while you're at it, better check that batter
 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper
 Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper, hey, hey
 I was born in the United States
 And I grew up hard, but I grew up straight
 I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern
 A feeling that there's nowhere to turn
 Yippies, Hippies and upwardly mobile Yuppies
 Don't treat me like I'm some dumb lackey
 'Cause the murderer lives while the victims die
 I'd much rather see it an eye for an eye
 A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain
 And if this all makes you feel a little insane
 Kick up your heels, turn the music up loud
 Pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say
 "Don't mean to come on sanctimonious
 But life's got me nervous and little pugnacious
 Lugubrious, so I give a salutation
 And rock on out to beat real loud
 Oh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do?
 Hip hop gonna bop 'til I drop"
 Watch out world, comin' at you full throttle
 Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle
 And while you're at it, better check that batter
 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper
 Hey, hey, pitcher, better check that batter
 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper
 Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
 Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper, hey, hey, hey
 

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Duration
03:40
Key
9
Tempo
126 BPM

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