Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grand Ol' Party Crash, artist - Cage. Date of issue: 19.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grand Ol' Party Crash |
| Our nation must come together to unite |
| I know that human beings and fish can coexist peacefully |
| Nobody needs to tell me what I believe |
| But I do need somebody to tell me where Kosovo is |
| The illiteracy level of our children are appalling |
| (Beware, I live) |
| I wake up to a caffeine, cigarette vaccine |
| Then bathe in water I wouldn’t drink before gasoline |
| Feel like a loser cause I’m not in Fallujah |
| Painting a land cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his Ruger |
| No M-16 to give me a callus |
| Inhuman super malice for GOP uber alles |
| Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery |
| I’m in a deli eating tuna, tasting the mercury |
| Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water |
| Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters |
| Gun concealer cause I see a realer reality |
| And what I breathe through my nasal cavities, killing my batteries |
| Bombs in metropolis, out all eye sockets |
| Esophagus melted out some shiite group will get their props for this |
| Look, I need petro for my Mercedes |
| But I’m not trying to kneel or die for emperor Cheney |
| Maybe I’m crazy but I will not just follow the herd |
| Unless, of course, it’s en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg |
| Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members |
| Are like «fuck you!» |
| with New York’s two middle fingers |
| If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this |
| The opposite of congress must be progress |
| What if the second coming’s aborted and put in the dirt |
| I still don’t know what to wear with this orange alert |
| (Run, coward) |
| I was proud the other day when both republicans and democrats |
| Stood with me in the Rose Garden to announce their support |
| For a clearer statement of purpose: you disarm, or we will |
| American flags fly, moral’s high |
| A unit of twenty or so repelling from apaches in the sky |
| Into a village of killers, little Jimmy from Jackson |
| Mississippi, just graduated and seeing action |
| M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly |
| Whoever’s in that line of fire — chest full of democracy! |
| Turn the corner, team leader, neck up, to the nose gone |
| Blown off, this is not PS2's Soccom |
| Jimmy stays so calm, shoots, count nothing |
| Riddled in his back answers come flying out his stomach |
| Face down, then it’s face up in a bed, almost dead |
| Eyes slightly open, IV bag and no legs |
| A couple sandwiches and some bloody bandages |
| In a room full of amputee GI amateurs |
| He gets the word that his unit didn’t make it |
| Got a free ticket home but flat lined before he got to take it |
| We’re certain there are people that can’t stand what America stands for |
| We’re certain there are madmen in this world |
| And there’s terror, and there’s missiles |
| And I’m certain of this too |
| (I hunger) |
| Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9 |
| They’re chasing away kids playing hop-scotch in this chalk outline |
| Two F-16's, screech an iridescent sky |
| Look down, we’re not in Iraq, we’re in N. Y |
| Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms |
| Two coasts couldn’t abort Satan in his first term |
| The army in the subway, walking with toolies |
| I’m on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talking to me |
| Drive with my left, I know what’s right — my weapon hand |
| Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram |
| License on the car window when I pass through |
| You’ve seen the news, no joke, New York pig department will blast you |
| My Weathermen party is invite only, soldier |
| Cause with one wave of King G. Dub’s scepter it’s over |
| The right to assemble puts the bureau’s team on you |
| Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you |
| By our efforts we have lit a fire in the minds of men |
| It warms those who feel its' power, it burns those who fight its' progress |
| And one day this untamed fire of freedom will reach the darkest corners of our |
| world |
| It is the policy of the United States to seek and support the growth |
| Of democratic movements and institutions in every nature and culture |
| With the ultimate goal of ending tyranny in our world |
| Except right here at home! |
| Hee-hee-hee-hee! |
| Yee-Haw! |
| Don’t mess with Texas! |
| (x4) |
| Connie… Connie, give me some pretzels |
| Mommy, mommy, give me that bible |
| Give me that bible with the pages cut out and it got that cocaine in it |
| C’mon, c’mon, don’t mess with Texas! |
| (snorting sounds) |
| I’ll fuck anything that moves! |