Pure Malt

I don't know about you Ben But I will This could be nasty you know As if it wasn't already The blues He lived the blues as a lifestyle And rock'n'roll as a lifestyle Then came the social awareness And the disbelief of it all Came dope Eats his body to the bone The fastest car on a loan But one thing is for sure He only destroys what he owns And this is how you put The whole world inside A pure malt, whiskey jar 'cos this is how you put The whole world inside A pure malt, whiskey jar On the other hand, we have Hitler and his boys And the "made in China" toys Stalin and his comrades Satan and his followers Om Shanti Have you seen the Buddha's light? To Allah and his jihad Cadomblé Yemanjé Even the god of the sun A toast to the spirit and the father and the son A toast to the spirit and the father and the son A toast to the spirit and the father and the son Yeah I want my whiskey and my motherfucking A toast to the spirit and the father and the son A toast to the spirit and the father and the son A toast to the spirit and the father and the son Yeah I want my whiskey and my motherfucking gun And this is how you put The whole world inside A pure malt, whiskey jar 'cos this is how you put The whole world inside A pure malt, whiskey jar A thought for a shot A shot for a thought