They Gonna Do You (human-written lyrics)

better do politics because they wanna do youuu and by do I mean like John Gotti in a Clue Clucks Hood I mean like venomous spiders when they sink into the food when the fangs double barrel and the eating is goooooood they crack an old man's head chopped cooked and toasted like a fumbled dropped egg contents of his hopes and his dreams spilling out his head the suns out flags waving still somebody dead passers by passing by under a scorching hot sun on their way to make the doughs and the breads better do politics because they wanna screw youuu and by screw I mean like Puerto Rico on any average Tuesday I mean like anemic vampires when they pale and in the mood when the belly starts to growl manufacture up some dooooooom somebody guilty of a color another person guilty from they mother another person guilty from the truth another person bulletproof on silver spoon another never even reached Earth more went under and never returned and this cannibals bloodsoaked face looks so concerned the markets down toilets dirty you need to get back to work you need to get back in lines you need to be productive or else you will get them dates and then you will get them fines and the fines might start out small but they are growing all the time and the time is getting shorter the list is getting longer the limits well they are limitless throw dirt up into the sky we have spit for every eye we have bodies under the lye we have ghosts that haunt us all everybody to busy to research why and it hurts to look in the eye and those eyes are still wide open like man why was Friends so white.. better do politics because they wanna do youuu and by do I mean like John Gotti in a Clue Clucks Hood I mean like venomous spiders when they sink into the food when the fangs double barrel and the eating is goooooood they treat your weakness as food and man your weakness tastes good take your kindness as food indoor voices while they season you good little butter so juiced yeah the eating is goooood little trophy hunt yeah you just like food they tamed everything else now they wanna tame youuu plow mule work horse eating is gooood don't tell me you aren't food so easy to chew and it tastes so goood like Frodo we all webbed up head to foot illegalized the concept of Sam Wise carrying you Mordor coming to a theater near you except no one gets to have shoes no one has any plan no one knows what to do but them politics do partitioned and portioned and on the menu chopped and cooked weighed and priced got your labels labeled so so nice gerrymandered into mice Citizens United in cooking you all these dudes who wake up every morning and poo strain til they face turn blue get out all the lobster and goo that was you manufactured sacrificial lamb so good shepherd point the Flock at you record all that you do artificial doom baked fresh daily if you don't like it maybe you the one that cray join the pigs at the trough to get Spirited Away their paper dragons and fictional things anyway thats what they're saying in between history repeating and praying all the incoherent old men there graying dancing to old songs no longer on the playlist cut a little Charleston in their faces same old dances that made their grandfathers famous and historically heinous oil spice slave day trading anti drug while totally faded brain can't remember what their name is born before color television was a thing its baked fresh daily if you don't like it maybe you the one that crazy join the pigs at the trough to get Spirited Away jeez their paper dragons and fictional things illegalized the concept of Sam Wise accelerationits dumping on the end times man.. call your mother. assuming she got any love for you. somebody guilty of a color another person guilty from they mother another person guilty from the truth another person bulletproof on silver spoon another never even reached Earth more went under and never returned and this cannibals bloodsoaked face looks so concerned the markets down toilets dirty you need to get back to work you need to get back in lines you need to be productive or else you will get them dates and then you will get them fines and the fines might start out small but they are growing all the time and the time is getting shorter the list is getting longer the limits well they are limitless throw dirt up into the sky we have spit for every eye we have bodies under the lye we have ghosts that haunt us all everybody to busy to research why and it hurts to look in the eye and those eyes are still wide open like man why was Friends so white.. better do politics because they wanna do youuu better do politics because they wanna do youuu better do politics because they wanna do youuu