Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Original Wrapper, artist - Lou Reed. Album song The Sire Years: Complete Albums Box, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 29.10.2015
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Original Wrapper |
| I was sittin' home on the West End |
| Watchin' cable TV with a TV friend |
| We were watchin' the news, the world’s in a mess |
| The poor and the hungry, a world in distress |
| Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle |
| Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle |
| And while you’re at it, check what’s in the batter |
| Make sure that candy’s in the original wrapper |
| Hey, pitcher, better check that batter |
| Make sure that candy’s in the original wrapper |
| Hey, pitcher, better check the batter |
| Make powder in the original wrapper |
| White against white, black against Jew, it seems like it’s 1942 |
| The baby sits in front of MTV watching violent fantasies |
| While dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport |
| Then he finds his heroes are all coked up |
| Classic, original, the same old story |
| The politics of hate in a new surrounding |
| Hate if it’s good and hate if it’s bad |
| Don’t make you mad |
| I’ll keep yours baby I’ll keep mine |
| Theres nothing sacred and nothing divine |
| Father, hit me, we’re goin' full throttle |
| Check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle |
| While you’re at it and while you’re at it |
| And while you’re at it |
| Make sure of the batter |
| Make sure the candy’s in the original wrapper |
| I was born in the United States |
| And I grew up hard but I grew up straight |
| I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern |
| A feeling that there’s nowhere to turn |
| Yippies, hippies and upwardly mobile yuppies |
| Don’t treat me like I’m some dumb lackey |
| 'Cause the murderer lives while the victims die |
| I’d much rather see it an eye for an eye |
| A heart for a heart and a brain for a brain |
| And if this all makes you feel insane |
| Kick up your heels, turn the music up loud |
| Pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd |
| And say, «Don't mean to come on sanctimonious |
| But life’s got me nervous and little pugnacious |
| Lugubrious so I give a salutation and rock on out to beat really stupid |
| Ohh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do |
| Gonna hit hop, gonna pop till drop» |
| Hey, pitcher, better check that batter |
| Make sure that candy’s in the original wrapper |
| Hey, pitcher, better check that batter |
| Make sure that candy’s in the original wrapper |
| Hey now pitcher, better check that batter |
| Make sure that candy’s in the original wrapper |
| The original wrapper |