Альбом Black Lips

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O, Katrina! Why you gotta be mean?
You saw a highway down in New Orleans
I can't believe what I saw on the telescreen
O, Katrina! Why could you be so mean?

O, Katrina! (O, Katrina!)
O, Katrina! (O, Katrina!)
O, Katrina! (O, Katrina!)
Why you gotta be mean
(O, Katrina!)
Why you gotta be...

O, Katrina! Why you gotta be mean?
You saw a highway down in New Orleans
I can't believe what I saw on the telescreen
O, Katrina! Why could you be so mean?

O, Katrina! (O, Katrina!)
O, Katrina! (O, Katrina!)
O, Katrina! (O, Katrina!)
Why you gotta be mean?
(O, Katrina!)
Why you gotta be mean now

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the greatest of them all
My man, Muhammad, Boy Jesus too
Who's Messiah be good for you

Cause I came I saw
I conquered all
All ya'll, all ya'll, all ya'll

People look towards Mecca's way
Sistine Cahpel people pray
It don't matter what you do
Holy World War will come for you

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I fell in love with a little Indian girl
And she stole my heart away
She took me to a pow-wow way out on the plains
And runs with bears, danced and brought the rains
I listened to the stories all through the night
Through the haze of that peace pipe
The night grew long so i found a tee pee
And you can bet I brought that squall girl with me

Could be Cherokee, Inuit, Etowah, Navajo,
Sioux, Creek, Apache, Seminole bravo
Tomahawk, arrow, any way the wind blow
It's just fine with me
Buffalo, wolfpack, rawhide knapsack
Arrowhead, mohawk, other tribe to attack
Take my wife back to that land with me
All I gotta do is take that love to the floor
After all, I liked the way you were before

Oh lady when you come messin around
When I was young I felt like a stage hound

Mud on my boots blood on my hand
Blood start drippin on the Ku Klux Klan
Blood on my jeans blood in the land
Blood start drippin in my Budweiser can

I'm dazin when you come messin around
Life was fun when you weren't the talk of the town

I'm crazy when you come messin around
I made it when you come messin around

I'm elated when you come messin around
When I want something from the lost and found
I'm dated when you come messin around
When I'm shunned you're mute stop making sound

How do you tell a child that someone has died
Innocent visions of youth are only a lie
I tried tell and lord knows I tried
But any way you break it you'll just make em cry

Little Tommy, I have bad news for you today
The teacher you loved Mr. Peterson
Has sadly passed away
He was killed by a motorist in a drunken act of rage
Let em live on in your heart
Now we must turn the page

Little Suzy, your father has passed on
His love for you was relentless as it was strong
If only he knew he'd be gone so soon
He would have tried and spent more time
But he's on God's clock, not yours and mine
Keep him in your heart each and every day
And there he will live on and never fade away

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids
product of no dad kids
kids like you and me

Bad kids aint no college grad kids
livin life out on the skids
kids like you and me

In Class
We are a minority
Got no
Respect for authority
And won't
Play well with others
And steal
From all your mothers
They'll try
To give us pills
Oh wait
Give us all the pills
Go cry
Mom I gotta go to court
Dad won't
Pay his child support

Well you gotta understand
we only do these things because all we are is

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids
product of no dad kids
kids like you and me

Bad kids aint no college grad kids
livin life out on the skids
kids like you and me

At home
he throws a hissy fit
Time out
he doesn't give a shit
Got drunk
Off all of grandmas schnaps
Got caught
Runnin from the cops
Toilet
Paper on the yard
Six f's
On my report card
Smoke cigs
In the bathroom stall
Spray paint
Penis on the wall

Well you gotta understand
we only do these things because all we are is

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids
product of no dad kids
kids like you and me

Bad kids aint no college grad kids
livin life out on the skids
kids like you and me

Step right up get it line
No admission free this time
About see some truth at hand
In just a moment you’ll understand

Maybe you missed it the first time
Didn’t quite get it on the second line
Now’s the last chance for your kind
Cause then it’s not coming back again!

Now you want it it’s what you need
And what you need you can’t have
Cause it’s mine, all mine
Less you kill me, free your mind

Now you’ve seen it, whatcha think?
The beautiful colors on the bathroom sink
And it’s gone, all gone
Now you see it, just like King Khan

Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains
We get along and their very boones decay
Try to find what little else remain
My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained

You try to make a living by using what you got
But the way that it's been going
Well you gonna get shot
He's an old cold hand

Missfortune passed down from long times ago
Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold
I heard you're really out here all alone
I'm stuck in limbo and you're perched atop a throne

You try to make a living by using what you got
But the way that it's been going
Well you better run fast
He's an old cold hand

Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains
We get along and their very boones decay
Try to find what little else remain
My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained

You try to make a living by using what you got
But the way that it's been going
Well you gonna get shot
He's an old cold hand

You try to make a living by using what you got
But the way that it's been going
Well you better run fast
He's an old cold hand
He's an old cold hand
He's an old cold hand

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