Its gonna be real hard times for all of these
Grit eatin’, scum suckin’, boot lickin’, drop kickin’
Gut grindin’, nail bitin’, glue sniffin’, scab pickin’
Butt scratchin’, egg hatchin’, sleezy, smelly, pepper-bellied
Dirty, lousy, rotten, stinkin’, freaks
Nothing but a pencil neck geek
A jungle bunny, Jigaboo coon
Pickaninny mau mau
Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima
Little Black Sambo
Cotton pickin’
Swamp guinea
Junk man
Shoeshine boy
Woman is the nigga of the world
Yes she is…think about it
Woman is the nigga of the world
Think about it…do something about it
Fuck you, Ice Cube!
Yeah, ha-ha, it’s the nigga you love to hate
Fuck you, Ice Cube!
Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It’s the nigga you love to hate
Yo, you ain’t doing nothing pops
Yo, you ain’t doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself?
You do like how I’m living? Well, fuck you
How can people be so heartless
How can people be so cruel
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
But if you want to leave, take good care
Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there
Oh baby baby it’s a wild world
It’s hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh baby baby it’s a wild world
I’ll always remember you like a child, girl
So, take good care of my baby
Be just as kind as you can be
And if you should discover
That you don’t really love her
Just send my baby back home to me
Return to me
For my heart wants you only
Hurry home, hurry home
Won’t you please hurry home to my heart
She is ragin’
She is ragin’
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She’s running to stand still
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don’t stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
And I hope you’re thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again
I like smokin’ me some grass
Gettin’ cut with glass
Sniffin’ my cocaine, and pain
I like noses full of snot
Dead things when they rot
Belchin’ just for fun, and scum
And I like you, too
It sure is mellow grazin’ in the grass
(Grazin’ in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)
I remember the day that you first came my way
Yes it stays in my mind like a song
I remember the night when you first caught my sight
And in spite of all that’s gone wrong
The moon and the stars and the gentle guitars
You stepped to the microphone
You sang like a lark in the warm fragrant dark
I could listen till the cows come home
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home, oh
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home
I’m getting closer to my home
Hey, it’s good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, 'n, hey it’s good to be back home again
Back home again in Indiana
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight, still burning bright
Through the sycamores for me
A gypsy of a strange and distant time
Travelling in panic all direction blind
Aching for the warmth of a burning sun
Freezing in the emptiness of where she’d come from
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Left without a hope of coming home
Every day’s an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me,
the movies and the factories
And every stranger’s face I see
reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was homeward bound,
Home where my thought’s escaping,
Home where my music’s playing,
Home where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh,
Rollin’ down the Eastern Seaboard.
I’ve got my diesel wound up,
And she’s running like never before.
There’s a speed zone ahead, all right,
I don’t see a cop in sight.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home tonight.