Lyrics - The Original Wrapper by Reed Lou

I was sittin' home on the
West
Endwatchin' cable
TV with a female friend
We were watchin' the news, the world's in a messthe poor and the hungry, a world in distress
Herpes,
AIDS, the
Middle
East at full throttlebetter check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle
And while you're at it - check what's in the battermake sure that candy's in the
Original
Wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that battermake sure that candy's in the
Original
Wrapper
Reagan says abortion's murderwhile he's looking at
Cardinal
O'
Connor
Look at
Jerry
Falwell
Louis
Farrakhanboth talk religion and the brotherhood of man
They both sound like they belong in
Teheranwatch out, they're goin' full throttle
Better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffleand while you're at it better check, what's in the battermake sure that candy's in the
Original
Wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that battermake sure that candy's in the
Original
Wrapper
White against white,
Black against
Jewit seems like it's 1942
The baby sits in front of
MTVwatching violent fantasies
While
Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sportonly to find his heroes are all coked up
It's classic, original, the same old storythe politics of hate in a new surrounding
Hate if it's good and hate if it's badand if this all don't make you mad
I'll keep yours and
I'll keep minenothing sacred and nothing divine
Father, bless me, we're at full throttlebetter check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle
And while you're at it better check that battermake sure the candy's in the
Original
Wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that battermake sure that candy's in the
Original
Wrapper, hey, hey
I was born in the
United
States
I grew up hard but
I grew up straight
I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concerna feeling that there's nowhere to turn
Yippies,
Hippies and upwardly mobile
Yuppiesdon'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, a brain for a brainand if this all makes you feel a little insane
Kick up your heels, turn the music up loudpick up your guitar and look out at the crowd
And say, "
Don't mean to come on sanctimoniousbut life's got me nervous and little pugnacious
Lugubrious so
I give a salutationand rock on out to beat really stupid
Ohh poop ah doo and how do you dohip hop gonna bop till
I drop."
Watch out world, comin' at you full throttlebetter check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle
And while you're at it better check that battermake sure the candy's in the
Original
Wrapper
Hey, hey, pitcher, better check that battermake sure the candy's in the
Original
Wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that battermake sure the candy's in the
Original
Wrapper, hey, hey, hey

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