Along Came a Biter

Everything's great up until you show up Everything's great up until you show up Everything's great up until you show up Everything's great up until you show up Everything's great up until you show up... Force-fit murders and corporate mergers Are so..."New World" Horseshit burgers keep force, and click cursors Make you so... user-friendly Compassionate Conservatives who get maximum superlatives Is so..."Neo-Reaganomics" Claiming ownership of this Pangaea puzzle-piece Is so..."English settler" Slighting me on my out-of-body body-builder's muscle beach Is so... out of character for you Seeing you underestimate how government officials? and decimate Is so... up your alley And other-world variety packs with apocalyptic anxiety tax Is so... 1999 So typical! Now this is for obscene language and loud music Which are now news clips of social unrest But it's a crowd-shooing mix 'Cause I rended all the rubber flesh, I'm hunted by Boba Fett's And these are the minimals of substance I'm the political pundit, I'm cynical and unfit For day-to-day life, I've got a pitiful pun-kick But at least I'm not on that criminal thug shit Then they hide the doors that rape states' rights And it was great... and it was cool But then along came this biter And he was so out of touch So completely self-indulgent Just so out to lunch So when there's a writ need of a style consultant and some school enrollment... People need help Now those recorded-on toaster-ovens doing their over-dubbin' Is so... 20th century Giving sell-buyers harsh pile-drivers Is so... me This machine kills Fascists and other unwanted guests Now when I improvise, showers risk the skies from brain-storm rain-clouds I'm Coltrane and Kurt Cobain's brain-child And you're soaking wet, wanting to use these rap sounds for your bath towels My moods for a chin-check, I'll give you this crank valve So you can smoke it in a platinum album and feel at home TV's sprout seedlings that cheer bling-bling, and also force-feed Footage of bombs over Baghdad to distract from my palms over scratch pads And it was cool... hunky-dory... I wasn't hungry or horny... But then along came this biter And he was so out of touch So completely self-indulgent Just so out to lunch So when there's a writ need of a style consultant and some school enrollment..."