| take all the money that you need for school and |
| to keep the street people in outta the cold. |
| spend it on a weapon you can never use, |
| make the world an offer that they can’t refuse. |
| open up the door and let the shark men feed, |
| hoover of the future in the land greed, |
| sell the pondarosa to the japaneese, |
| slap leather, head for that line of trees, yeah. |
| slap leather. go on and run, just about to go myself. |
| turn the whole wide world into a TV show, |
| so its just the same game wherever you go. |
| never meet a soul that you don’t already know, |
| one big advertisement for the status quo. |
| as if these celebrities are you close friends, |
| as if you knew how the story ends |
| as if you aint sittin in a room alone |
| and there was somebody real at the other end of the phone, yeah! |
| strip knockin, PHONE SEX! |
| just about to dial your number. |
| it all worked up so we could go to war, |
| we find something worth akillin for. |
| tie a yellow ribbon around your eyes, |
| big mac, falafel and a side of fries, yeah! |
| big mac falafel |
| stone’in no man, |
| i just alove a parade! |
| slap leather. |
| phone love. |
| big mac falafel. |
| just about to die myself. |