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Melzilla (melzilla) wrote,
@ 2004-05-31 14:43:00
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    Picked up my grandparents from the airport last night/this morning and the moment they stepped into the house, I swear, it got noisier.

    Yesterday's sermon meant diddly to me, heck I couldn't even understand a thing and prayer was no better. Since when did being the first-born mean that you were the favourite child? That's like saying just because you're chinese you're a taoist.

    Pink Houses
    There's a black man with a black cat
    Living in a black neighbourhood
    He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard
    You know, he think, that he's got it so good
    And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evening slop
    And he looks at her and says: "Hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock"

    CHORUS:
    Oh but ain't that America for you and me
    Ain't that America we're someting to see baby
    Ain't that America, home of the free
    Little pink houses for you and me

    Well there's a young man in a t-shirt
    Listening to a rockin' rollin' station
    He's got a greasy hair, greasy smile
    He says: "Lord, this must be my destination"
    'Cuz they told me, when I was younger
    "Boy, you're gonna be president"
    But just like everyting else, those old crazy dreams
    Just kinda came and went

    CHORUS:
    Oh but ain't that America for you and me
    Ain't that America we're someting to see baby
    Ain't that America, home of the free
    Little pink houses for you and me

    Well there's people and more people
    What do they know know know
    Go to work in some high rise
    And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
    Ohhh Yeah
    And there's winners, and there's losers
    But they ain't no big deal
    'Cuz the simple man baby pays for the thrills,
    The bills and the pills that kill

    CHORUS:
    Oh but ain't that America for you and me
    Ain't that America we're someting to see baby
    Ain't that America, home of the free
    Little pink houses for you and me

    Oh but ain't that America for you and me
    Ain't that America we're someting to see baby
    Ain't that America, home of the free
    Little pink houses for you and me


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