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Lou Reed - Original Wrapper lyrics
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 The poor and the hungry, a world in distress Herpes, 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 that candy’s in the original wrapper Hey, pitcher, better check that batter Make sure that 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 Both talk religion and the brotherhood of man They both sound like they belong in teheran Watch out, they’re goin’ full throttle Better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffle And while you’re at it better check, what’s in the batter Make sure that candy’s in the original wrapper Hey, pitcher, better check that batter Make sure that candy’s in the original wrapper White against white, black against jew 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 that 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 really stupid Ohh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do Hip hop gonna bop till 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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