It's Not Your Fault
And I did my best to dodge anything that looked at all like work
I was prone to standing on corners smokin’ cigarettes
and talkin’ about anything I didn’t know
Oh, how I needed to go
Please take me to the land of milk and honey
To the land of love and sunshine
To the land of milk and honey, Please take me
Time passed and I got a little older
Takin’ on trouble just a little bit harder and a little bit bolder
I was th
Apple of Sodom
Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all,
and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's
free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves.
Four score
I said four score and seven years ago
Oh sock it to 'em baby, you're sounding better all the time!
Our forefathers, I mean all our forefathers
Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation
Concieved, conceived like we all was
In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love
I mean dedicated to the proposition
That all men, honey, I tell you all men
Are created equal
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you
Bang!
Bang? Ha ha. Shit, I'm not dying for no white man.
(Tell it like it is, baby.)