Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Blew Up The Clinic Real Good , by - Steve Taylor. Song from the album I Predict 1990, in the genre Release date: 30.11.2009
Record label: Myrrh, Word
Song language: English
I Blew Up The Clinic Real Good |
| I have the road in my blood |
| I drive a custom van |
| I play the tunes |
| I’m the neighborhood ice cream man |
| So don’t you mess this boy around |
| The other day when the clinic had it’s local debut |
| Some chicks were trying to picket |
| The doctor threatened to sue |
| I don’t care if it’s a baby or a tissue blob |
| but if we run out of youngsters |
| I’ll be out of a job |
| And so I I did my duty |
| cleaning up the neighborhood |
| I blew up the clinic real good |
| Try and catch me coppers |
| Your stinkin’badges better think again |
| Before you mess this boy around |
| I’ve hung in Saigon just to see the special effects |
| I’ve hung from gravity boots for my napoleon complex |
| It’s time to close |
| Ohhh… There she blows. |
| History In the making |
| You picked a fight. |
| I pick dynamite |
| I blew up the clinic real good. |
| Preacher on a corner |
| Calling it a crime |
| The ends don’t justify the means anytime |
| I stood up on my van |
| I yelled Excuse me, sir |
| Ain’t nothin’wrong with this country |
| a few plastic explosives won’t cure |