INDIGO GIRLS lyrics

White House Blues

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Subject: Cover: White House Blues. White House Blues is a song by Atlanta singer/songwriter Caroline Aiken. The girls have been doing it now and then since 1987. When they first started doing the song, they did it as Caroline wrote it, but, after a while, they re-wrote the third verse to make it more topical. I've heard it at least twice in the past two years, but I don't remember whether they used Caroline's third verse, or the one they reworked in 1988, or if they wrote a whole new third verse, as the 1988 one is kinda dated. Anyway... White House Blues. I wrote a letter to my senator It came back The Address Unknown Put a call in to the President He wouldn't come to the phone Now, how in the hell can a person Feel safe and secure at home When all the decisions are being made By big boys getting stoned? -Chorus- Now, I've been listening and watching It seems like something's going to give, yeah I can't seem to find a groove Something's gone wrong around here. I took a train to the White House Wrote this song on the way Knocked at the Oval Office I was sure what I had to say They looked at me kinda funny Asked me what group I was with I said I've come on my own To represent the group that don't take no shit -Chorus- (Caroline's 3rd verse) Hey, Ronnie's taking time We know that things ain't fine Been sweating in your seat *From the weapons scandal heat You know that I love my country But how can we get ahead? Take your thumb out of my pie Stick it somewhere else instead (The girls' 3rd verse, c.1988) Now, Jimmy Swaggart is taking time We know that things ain't fine Been sweating in your seat *From the sex scandal heat Think of that woman down in New Orleans And what was in your head Did you think you could save her soul By getting into her bed? -chorus x2-

Dope Game

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "The Purity Album"
Check one, check two, lets take a cruise I done did the game every which way but loose Nothing left to do except collect my cash And I bet that ass that the Mex gon' last Put the past on paper, threw away my pager Cuz these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker Mama saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the pain I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape I break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and Benzes And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle I ain't trippin, flippin, sippin on purple Lipton Diggin women in the drop lemon, g livin I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs Puttin twenties on a grass hurst End of verse [Chorus x2] No shame Welcome to the dope game This is were we don't play Leave your boys with no brains Whoridas I remember long ago I never got no love Still I knew that one day I'd be popular I used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud Just hopin that the blunt wouldn't pass me up I used to ask for a sip of your syrup I used to never walk around with the white cup Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates Girls fanin my face, others give me grapes By the grace of God, I was given the job To run through the rap game like corn on the cob So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest I ain't got no credit cards except Mexican Express I'ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world If you needs tracks Happy P got my referal Your head twirl to the sounds of the SP Mex Ridin in the Lex with a dog named Plex Southside to the north, at the old golf course The valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors [Chorus x2] It's the L-O-S C-O-Y Pack the pistola, oh me oh my My nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb For breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon I've come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin nothin but squeels My third wish was to break this curse and myth Now I'm worldwide status on your satilite dish Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch From the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouch But I told these boys, never at my house Whether it's the ounce that puts leather on my couch A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's allowance Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts [Chorus x2]

16 Set Your Am Dial For White Empowerment

Born Against
Rush Limbaugh's on the air again proving they're all guilty until proven... When he hits the captive rush hour they'll be laughing right along. Aunt uncle tune the radio in make my cousins in the car listen so someday they'll be able to distinguish white from wrong. As they scramble, ramble... Scrambling from the cities too, Newark Detroit L.A. as a cue to the gun permit suburbs swelling on the edge of any town. And on the radio callers have a catch in their throats, maybe some tiny hint of some growing alarm as they scramble, scramble, ramble... House to house drag brown faces into the shit. And on the radio white folks call up to joke so fed up with this liberal government, set your am dial for white empowerment.

17 Born Against Are Fucking Dead

Born Against
Rush Limbaugh's on the air again proving they're all guilty until proven... When he hits the captive rush hour they'll be laughing right along. Aunt uncle tune the radio in make my cousins in the car listen so someday they'll be able to distinguish white from wrong. As they scramble, ramble... Scrambling from the cities too, Newark Detroit L.A. as a cue to the gun permit suburbs swelling on the edge of any town. And on the radio callers have a catch in their throats, maybe some tiny hint of some growing alarm as they scramble, scramble, ramble... House to house drag brown faces into the shit. And on the radio white folks call up to joke so fed up with this liberal government, set your am dial for white empowerment.

4th Chamber

Genius "Liquid Swords"
Intro: (LP version only) Choose the sword, and you will join me Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose *baby gurgling* So... come boy, choose life or death Verse One: Ghostface Killah The only man I hold wake for Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon Cuz I be duckin crazy spades The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up You're out of luck like two dogs stuck Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago spine-tingle, mind boggles Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don Verse Two: Killah Priest I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me Loungin, between two pillars of ivory I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm My eye's the vision, memory is the film Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip And throw all types of fits I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips Verse Three: The RZA Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence Because you had secret evidence, and documents On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion) The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet Money feed good, opposites off the set It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed I'm on some tax free shit by any means Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM I learned much from such with cons who run scams Veterans got the game spiced like hams And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength that made me truncate the length one tenth with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps Scarred tryin to figure who invented this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

God Is In The House

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds "No More Shall We Part"
We've laid the cables and the wires We've split the wood and stoked the fires We've lit our town so there is no Place for crime to hide Our little church is painted white And in the safety of the night We all go quiet as a mouse For the word is out God is in the house God is in the house God is in the house No cause for worry now God is in the house Moral sneaks in the White House Computer geeks in the school house Drug freaks in the crack house We don't have that stuff here We have a tiny little Force But we need them of course For the kittens in the trees And at night we are on our knees As quiet as a mouse For God is in the house God is in the house God is in the house And no one's left in doubt God is in the house Homos roaming the streets in packs Queer bashers with tyre-jacks Lesbian counter-attacks That stuff is for the big cities Our town is very pretty We have a pretty little square We have a woman for a mayor Our policy is firm but fair Now that God is in the house God is in the house God is in the house Any day now He'll come out God is in the house Well-meaning little therapists Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Tetotalitarianists The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed We got no time for that stuff here Zero crime and no fear We've bred all our kittens white So you can see them in the night And at night we're on our knees As quiet as a mouse Since the word got out From the North down to the South For no-one's left in doubt There's no fear about If we all hold hands and very quietly shout Hallelujah God is in the house God is in the house Oh I wish He would come out God is in the house

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