Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Serpentine, artist - Ani DiFranco. Album song Evolve, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 10.03.2003
Record label: Righteous Babe, United For Opportunity
Song language: English
Serpentine |
Pavlov hits me with more bad news |
Every time i answer the phone |
So i play and i sing and i just let it ring |
All day when i’m at home |
A defacto choice of macro |
Or microcosmic melancholy |
But, baby, any way you slice it |
I’m thinkin i could just as soon use |
The time alone |
Yes, the goons have gone global |
And the CEOs are shredding files |
And the democrins and the republicrats |
Are flashing their toothy smiles |
And uncle tom is posing for a photo op |
With the oval office clan |
And uncle sam is rigging cockfights |
In the promised land |
And that knife you stuck in my back is still there |
It pinches a little when i sigh and moan |
And these days i’m thinkin i could just as soon use |
The time alone |
Cuz all the wrong people have the power |
Of suggestion |
And the freedom of the press is meaningless |
If nobody asks a question |
I mean, causation by definition |
Is such a complex compilation of factors |
That to even try to say why |
Is to oversimplifly |
But that’s a far cry, isn’t it dear? |
From acting like you’re the only one there |
Unrepentantly self-centered and unfair |
Enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop |
Exit mr. |
eye contact |
Who took his flirt and flew the coop |
But whatever |
No matter |
No fishin trips |
No fishin |
Cuz mamma’s officially out of commission |
And did i mention |
In there |
Somewhere |
Did i mention |
Somewhere |
In there |
That i traded babe ruth? |
Yes, i traded the only player that was bigger than the game |
And i can’t even tell you why |
Cuz you’d think i’m insane |
And that’s the truth |
And the music industry mafia is pimping girl power |
Sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their styrofoam towers |
And hip hop is tied up in the back room |
With a logo stuffed in its mouth |
Cuz the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house |
But then |
I’m getting away from myself |
As i get closer and closer to home |
And these days i’m thinkin |
I could just as soon use |
The time alone |
An i must admit |
Today my inner pessimist |
Seems to have got the best of me |
We start out sugared up on kool-aid and manifest destiny |
And we memorize all the president’s names |
Like little trained monkeys |
And then we’re spit into the world |
So many spinny-eyed t.v. |
junkies |
Incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery |
Preemptively pacified with history book history |
An i’ve been around the world now |
And i can see this about america |
The mind control is steep here, man |
The myopia is deep here |
And behold |
Those that try to expose the reality |
Who really try to realize democracy |
Are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets |
While the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet |
Behind a wall |
Behind a moat |
And that is all |
That’s all she wrote |
An my heart beats an sss o o o sss |
Cuz folks just couldn’t care care care less less less |
As long as every day is superbowl sunday |
And larger than life women in lingerie |
Are pouting at us from every bus stop |
Shelovesme shelovesmenot shelovesme shelovesmenot… |
And «big government should not stand between a man and his money» |
Cuz «what's good for business is good for the country» |
Our children still take that lie like communion |
The same old line the confederacy used on the union |
Conjugate liberty |
Into libertarian |
And medicate it |
Associate it |
With deregulation |
Privatization |
We won’t even know we’re slaves |
On a corporate plantation |
Somebody say hallelujah! |
Somebody say damnation! |
Cuz the profit system follows the path of least resistance |
And the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked |
Makes it serpentine |
Capitalism is the devil’s wet dream |
So just give me my judy garland drugs |
And let me get back to work |
Cuz the empire state building |
Is the tallest building in new york |
And i always got the feeling |
You just liked to hear it fall |
Off your tongue |
But i remember my name |
In your mouth |
And i don’t think i was done |
Hearing it close to my ear |
On a whisper’s way to a moan |
But pavlov hits me with more bad news every time i answer the phone |
So i play and i sing and i just let it ring all day when i’m at home |
A defacto choice of macro |
Or microcosmic melancholy |
But baby, any way you slice it |
I’m thinkin i could just as soon use |
The time alone |