Crack open the good times on a street corner busting rhymes
But you fell between the lines
They all laugh, become a joke, am I crazy baby? Let's all hope
For narrow halls and crunching drums, I got the sweets sugar but that's all
Tell me what it's worth
So tell us that we're spelling everything wrong, and Negroes turn a blueish-grey when they're dead
That's funny cos I've just turned bright red!
Kill, kill, kill when everything starts to suck, drowning all your sins, well I guess that's bad luck
And the fact that your race is full of shit, I got the sweets sugar but that's it
Clean your blades, start swinging, don't stop until the red runs out
Until no more joy pours out your mouth
Definite lyrics (from the abum booklet):
Crack open the good times on a street corner busting rhymes But you fell between the lines They all laugh, become a joke, am I crazy baby? Let's all hope For narrow halls and crunching drums, I got the sweets sugar but that's all
Tell me what it's worth
So tell us that we're spelling everything wrong, and Negroes turn a blueish-grey when they're dead That's funny cos I've just turned bright red! Kill, kill, kill when everything starts to suck, drowning all your sins, well I guess that's bad luck And the fact that your race is full of shit, I got the sweets sugar but that's it
Clean your blades, start swinging, don't stop until the red runs out Until no more joy pours out your mouth