D.O.A. Full Metal Jackoff Lyrics:
Around our nation's capital there´s a freeway 8
lanes wide white concrete ringed around the city
for those who want inside get on get off ignore
everything to the sides in your midst I drive
while homeboys in the back of the van make drugs
wanna hide something like a crack lab just put it
in plain sight only stop to refuel and unload more
poison to tear more lives apart gang wars like
never before better lock your doors, buy some guns
and prey for martial law on the Washington d.c.
beltway around and around I go in the black van
with no windows and a chimney puffing smoke bloody
headlines in the news each day drug
"crisis" everywhere so much comes in so
easy it´s as though someone wants it there it
would be a little obvious to fence off all the
slums hand out machine guns to the poor in the
projects and watch 'em kill each other off a more
subtle genocide is when the only hope for the
young is to join the army and slowly die wall
street or crack dealer avenue the last roads left
to the American dream wall street or crack dealer
avenue wall street or crack dealer avenue only on
road leads to this neighborhood little kids wanna
sell drugs when they grow up the folks might get
just a little upset if they knew where that dope
comes from from Columbia to the contras to our
air force bases, where we trade it for guns the
moral equivalent of a serial killer and his CIA
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friends call the shots from the white house but
now that we own the media too those stories just
aren't run on the Washington d.c. beltway, 'round
and 'round I go in a black van with no windows,
and a chimney puffing smoke some gang that ran
smack in Vietnam ain´t got no reason to fear just
get a vice president so dumb the crook at the top
never gets impeached that sure was easy wasn´t it?
that sure was easy wasn´t it? more crack-more
panic-moe cops-more jails you see emergency-total
war you see emergency-total war you see a black
face-you see a crack head you see a black face-you
see a crack head you see a black face-you see
willie horton with a knife you see willie horton
with a knife you see one willie horton you´ve seen
them all they're everywhere, I know you asked for
it, you´ve got it drug suspects have no rights at
all property seized and sold before trial labor
camps-on American soil?!? neo-nazi boot boys that
the cops never seem to arrest prowl neighborhoods
with baseball bats why now? why do they get so
much press...? mein kampf-the mini series ollie
north-"patriotic" hero the leader for
tomorrow is yours today finally gotcha psyched for
a police state on the Washington d.c. beltway
around and around I go in a black van with no
windows and a chimney puffing smoke my van's a
mobile oven now that burns the bodies you never
see just like in Chile or Guatemala people just
seem to disappear just like Rome we fell asleep
when we got spoiled ignore human rights in the
rest of the world ya might just lose your own as
the noose of narco-militarism tightens 'round your
necks we worry about burning flags and pee in jars
at work to keep our jobs but if someone came for
you one night and dragged you away do you really
think your neighbors would even care
Lyrics: Full Metal Jackoff, D.O.A. [end]