CANTANTE: Cats Are Aliens

TITULO:Haitmale

On and on the press depress
the hate-mail spreads itself
they coil the wire upon the fence
they hit below the belt
Token black and token jew
tokin' crack and singin' blues
the secret to equality:
find a common enemy.
I'm told it's an historic day
and yet i seem to feel the same
the thought police do not approve
so come on, whatcha gonna do?
Seize me for these crime?
for these crimes, i've done my time
and i will not comply
(i'm supposed to see five, and i do:
four fingers and one pulled tooth)
On and on we lap it up
and we're hungry yet
if i complain of stomach pain
drag me to the vet
Hunt the witch from a to b
the wicked witch of the middle-east
pass it down from pa to son
now prove who's got the bigger gun
I'm told it's an historic day
and yet i seem to feel the same
don't commit your thought crimes here
Out of nothing, divine something
and you're laid out so i dive in
getting something, define 'something'
put a face on, find a way in
pull a seat up, put your feet up
two more litres, catch your sleep up
undervalue all i value
but i love you
god i do
for crying out loud
for crying out loud.