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Capitol Steps - A Suburban Drone lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen, I've suffered for my music. Now it's your turn. Oh . . . once upon a time you felt a hurt, wore a tie-dyed shirt, and slept in the dirt -- didn't you? And people used to shout and say "Watch out, you're gonna sell out" and you thought that they were all kiddin' you? Now you go out to dance in a yellow tie and polyester pants. Now you talk like your dad. Now you wear Madras plaid and say "Do you want to barbecue?" Oh, how does it feel? How does it feel? To have a cellular phone and a colonial home like a suburban drone? Oh, --- Malcolm X. Growin' marijuana crops, burnin' buildings, fightin' cops and havin' sex? You used to be so enthused by Abbie and Eldridge and the language that they used. Now when you see kids march on the evening news you don't go join'em, you've got too much to lose. You're conservative now, you've got no time for Bobby Seale. Oh, how does it feel? How does it feel? To be a Reagan fan? --- A Republi-CAN? |
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