
Artist: → The Jesus Twins
Indigenous to New York City, all right
Where the pigeons here all know my name, yeah now
The incense is burning, pachuli in the street
I smell transvestites and bums
The aggregate so complete
Up to the coast to D.C. and Philly, uh huh
It’s redolent of all the history here, mhm
Brotherly love but I’m a misanthrope
I crack the Liberty Bell, piss on the Washington Post
Yeah don’t try and stop me now
Ooh, have to knock you down
Yeah don’t try and stop me now
Ooh, have to knock you down
All right, oh yeah, got to tell you
It’s 3:02 A.M. in Los Angeles
I hear they legalized my favorite plant, all right
In the city of plastic, sycophants en masse
They’ll give an unctuous smile then fuck you right in the ass
Ledger droves in deserts in Vegas, don’t you know
That the zeitgeist’s filled with blackjack and whores
I know across the face of San Francisco queers
A greatly sexual man will proselyte on your skin
Yeah don’t try and stop me now
Ooh, have to knock you down
Yeah don’t try and stop me now
Ooh, have to knock you down
Remember looking down
From your totem pole
You’re patronizing me
Feel my ubiquity
Yeah, and that ain’t all
I’m gonna tell ya
Parked my limousine in Miami
Far from the Chevy Nova left in Detroit
I head volcaninc speeches, men are proselytizing
Sanctimonious whores full of bullshit and lies
Remember looking down
From your totem pole
You’re patronizing me
Feel my ubiquity
Yeah don’t try and stop me now
Ooh, have to knock you down
Yeah don’t try and stop me now
Ooh, have to knock you down
Yeah don’t try and stop me now
Ooh, have to knock you down
Yeah don’t try and stop me now
Ooh, have to knock you down
Early in the morning
Late in the evening
Got to got have it
We’ve got to have it
Feel it
You can be what you want to be
You ain’t got no responsibility
Every man, every man is free
You’re a million miles from reality
Every, every, every, every, every