Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coca-Colonialism, artist - DBUK. Album song Songs Nine Through Sixteen, in the genre
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Record label: SCACUNINCORPORATED
Song language: English
Coca-Colonialism |
I was willed this front porch |
From my American kin |
We rode it over three counties |
On top of four old Coca-Cola cans |
I took two old soda cans |
I cut them in half |
Put them on my porch chair legs |
So my porch I will not scratch |
My American children ask |
Why we can’t wear cans on our legs |
You’re young, children |
No harm will come when you’re American made |
«Father, do that thing you do» |
I put the soda within |
I shift the can halves, wobble my chair |
Then let the Coke drip down my chin |
The wet streams down my front |
It stains itself on my blouse |
I hear my children being silent |
Then as one, they let out a shout |
«It looks like America |
Did it fall out of your mouth?» |
I can feel my joke start to stick to my skin |
This stain’s not coming out |
Now I take my soda |
And spit more on myself |
Let it land on my groin |
I call this the South |
It’s South America |
Down between my thighs |
If you’ve ever been there |
Then you know that I do not lie |
They take their Hot Wheels |
And run it over my skin |
From Galveston to North Dakota |
My children run it under my chin |
They say we need more America |
There’s no more state around |
So I take more soda, put it on my chin |
And let it fall, fall about |
Well I keep going |
I pour more sugar down my back |
I tell them it’s Europe, Iceland, and Hong Kong |
I don’t know no more than that |
Wherever there is Coke stains |
Consider that your car’s land |
I got many more cola and plenty dry clothes |
Because I’m American |
We are American |
You are American |
They run their Hot Wheels |
Over my skin |
After I removed America |
My children say, «Do it again» |
I let the Coke drip down my chin |
I let the Coke drip down |