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