Grand Ol' Party Crash (feat. Jello Biafra)

I wake up to a caffeine cigarette vaccine Then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline Feel like a loser 'coz I'm not in Fallujah Paintin' a Land Cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his ruger No M-16 to give me a callus Inhuman super malice for GOP uber alles Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery I'm in a deli eatin' tuna tasting the mercury Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters Gun concealer 'coz I see a realer reality And what I breathe through my nasal cavities is killing my batteries Bombs in metropolis out all eye sockets esophagus Melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this look I need petrol for my Mercedes But I'm not trying to kneel or bow for Emperor Chaney (No) Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd Unless of course it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members Are like fuck you with New York's two middle fingers If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this The opposite of congress must be progress What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt? I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert American flags fly, morale's high A unit of 20 or so repelling from Apaches in the sky Into a village of killers, Little Jimmy from Jackson Mississippi just graduated and seeing action M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly Whoever's in that line of line of fire, chest full of democracy Turn the corner, team leader, neck up to the nose gone blown off This is not PS2's SOCOM, Jimmy stays so calm Shoots count nothin' riddled in his back Answers come flying out of his stomach Face down then it's face up in a bed almost dead Eyes slowly open I.V. bag and no legs A couple sandwiches, some bloody bandages In a room full of amputee G.I amateurs He gets the word that his unit didn't make it Got a free ticket home and flatlined before he got to take it Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9 They're chasin' away kids playin' hop-scotch in his chalk outline Two F-16's screech an iridescent sky Look down, we're not in Iraq we're in NY Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms Two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term The army in the subway walkin' with toolies I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talkin' to me Drive with my left, I know what's right, my weapon hand Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram License on the car window when I pass through You've seen the news, no joke New York pig department will blast you My Weatherman party is invite only soldier 'Coz with one wave of King G Dub's scepter, it's over The right to assemble puts the bureau's team on you Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you