Song for John Walker (Album Version)

Song For John Walker - DJ Krush/Anticon

There's a little Johnny Walker Lindh in every Meadow Creek middle school

And when the rap tape grows up

Each wave topples at first

Wind before the self settles in the body

The names of prominent families

Carry no weight in foreign cities

And even the sons of senators

Receive no welcome outside the states

The names of prominent families

Carry no weight in foreign cities

And even the sons of senators

Receive no welcome outside the states

We hold these truths to be self evident

Once a f**king gain we got a dollar model president

Carving his face up for the cover of the next new nickel

Combing every cotton coil of his inner white wig

Curling perfect sers to his own thin lips in the mirror

Working on his contripasto for stone

Oh yah whitey you got empire guilt

We know John Walker we know John Booth

Waste our days swatting this single song

At a long line of Yale and bones born old men

We know John Walker we know John Booth

Waste our days swatting this single song

At a long line of Yale and bones born old men

While the widows buy rubber grips to open bottles with

It's dreams with dusty dashboards and chipping paint

At least the animals have something to poison themselves with

Director yelling Cut on riot footage in the background is faint

And at dusk the clanking of fork to plates syncs

Man of the house drowning out the chatter of housewife

To yet another unmanned spyplane crash

Now televangelists have a basis for book sales

And the promise of effective prayers that get results

As well as God's insurance policy for guaranteed divinity

Time to give the fallout shelters a makeover

Grab a pen and pad of paper and Ikea catalogue today

No matter what plastic you pray

To or sponsorship you kill for

Become a smart happy healthy pet rock

If you can eat like us

You'll make great soup

And hot new imports for domesticated devils

Don't worry in thirty years we'll all be Johns and Sarahs

But the names of prominent families

Carry no weight in foreign cities

And even the sons of senators

Receive no welcome outside the states

The names of prominent families

Carry no weight in foreign cities

And even the sons of senators

Receive no welcome outside the states

A flag stripes trying to tear free in heavy wind

And seperate themselves from any unified composition

Oh I heard the two parties split

Platforms at the turn of the century

I know I'm American

By the coins I carry

And that's f**king scary

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

And even the worn wigged hard news anchors are un affected

And every psychic and small time prophet is aloof

We've been injected to the point of immunity

It takes an f load of s to stimulate the

Desencitized tastebuds of the sugar expecting community

Till we can barely detect