Ballad of Marshall Ledbetter Songtext
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Ballad of Marshall Ledbetter Songtext
Six hundred sixty-six Dunkin′ Donuts
A twenty-inch veggie pizza from Gumby
Extra jalapenos on the side
And a case of Asahi Dry
A Worcestershire steak with Timothy Leary
Levy, Jell-O, and ice cubes too
Carton of Lucky's with smelters
And bring a CNN news crew
Tallahassee, Florida
Four A.M., June 14th, ′91
Capitol Building's occupied
Broke the glass wall to ride inside
Wouldn't be advisable to enter
You don′t know the number of hostiles
Or if anyone′s got guns
Or if there's hostages
I just want to speak my mind
More for you than just one sound bite
The shoe cop and informant have something to say
"This whole world is disturbing me
I wanna cut a rap record each month
And mail my little pinky to George Bush"
Sharpshooters cut the surrounding roof
Traffic blocked off by one troop
Evacuate the people inside
Prepare for CNN′s "Timothy Leary Died"
I just want to speak my mind
More to you than just one sound bite
The hornet's eye, he emerged unharmed
Shakey in one hand, in the other a cigar
Hendrix T-shirt and his underwear on
Guess what? He never had no gun
Oh, oh, where are my guns?
Where are you? Where are you?
I can′t believe that killed the man
I only broadcast my freak-out to the world
I was a prisoner for twenty-two years
When I broke through that door, I was free
Not to mention pretty damn lucky
Nowadays, boy, you just get shot
A twenty-inch veggie pizza from Gumby
Extra jalapenos on the side
And a case of Asahi Dry
A Worcestershire steak with Timothy Leary
Levy, Jell-O, and ice cubes too
Carton of Lucky's with smelters
And bring a CNN news crew
Tallahassee, Florida
Four A.M., June 14th, ′91
Capitol Building's occupied
Broke the glass wall to ride inside
Wouldn't be advisable to enter
You don′t know the number of hostiles
Or if anyone′s got guns
Or if there's hostages
I just want to speak my mind
More for you than just one sound bite
The shoe cop and informant have something to say
"This whole world is disturbing me
I wanna cut a rap record each month
And mail my little pinky to George Bush"
Sharpshooters cut the surrounding roof
Traffic blocked off by one troop
Evacuate the people inside
Prepare for CNN′s "Timothy Leary Died"
I just want to speak my mind
More to you than just one sound bite
The hornet's eye, he emerged unharmed
Shakey in one hand, in the other a cigar
Hendrix T-shirt and his underwear on
Guess what? He never had no gun
Oh, oh, where are my guns?
Where are you? Where are you?
I can′t believe that killed the man
I only broadcast my freak-out to the world
I was a prisoner for twenty-two years
When I broke through that door, I was free
Not to mention pretty damn lucky
Nowadays, boy, you just get shot
Writer(s): Michael R Scaccia, Al Jourgensen, Paul G. Barker, Eric R. Boucher, William Frederick Rieflin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
