Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Animals, artist - Laurie Anderson. Album song Live in New York, in the genre
Date of issue: 27.04.2009
Record label: Nonesuch
Song language: English
Animals |
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans |
No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons |
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast |
Where the people disagree, the upper class hate |
Middle don’t exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks |
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch |
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on |
The police don’t come around these parts |
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals |
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on |
Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on |
Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement |
Black folks grieving, headlines reading |
Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life |
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions |
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes |
I ain’t living in fear but I’m holding him tight |
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes |
I ain’t living in fear but I’m holding him tight |
Damn, why the fuck are they after me? |
Maybe cause I’m a bastard |
Or maybe cause of the way my hair grow naturally |
Still tryna figure out, why the fuck I’m full of rage |
I think I know this is bullshit right around the fifth grade |
Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switch blade |
Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid (Ay) |
But I’m a product of the system raised on government aid |
And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid (whoa) |
Just a young black man from Compton wondering who could save us |
And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us |
So many rental cars with bricks, I think they probably funded Avis |
Some of us was unbalanced but some us used our talents |
Not all of us criminals but cops be yelling, «Stay back nigga!» |
We need a little bit of payback |
Don’t treat me like an animal cause all this shit is flammable |
Don’t fuck around cause when it’s done it’s done |
(Fuck you!) |
And the old folks tell me it’s been going on since back in the day |
But that don’t make it okay |
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting’s insane |
But you don’t know our pain |
The police don’t come around these parts |
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals |
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on |
Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on |
The police don’t come around these parts |
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals |
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on |
Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on |
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans |
No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons |
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast |
Where the people disagree, the upper class hate |
Middle don’t exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks |
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch |
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on |
And the old folks tell me it’s been going on since back in the day |
But that don’t make it okay |
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting’s insane |
But you don’t know our pain |
The police don’t come around these parts |
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals |
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on |
Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on |
The police don’t come around these parts |
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals |
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on |
Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on |
Yeah, this is DJ motherfuckin' Premier |
And I’m Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre) |
What, Premo! |
Yeah we fuckin' shit up |
No, we don’t play no games here |
Mother fucker please! |
Aftermath |
One of the reasons that me and you click |
We don’t lose, I always win |
Let’s face it you basic boy |
For realer |
Professional winners |
For realer |