D.O.B. Songtext
von Mutts

Dirty old streets and dirty young women
Dirty black skies over dirty politicians
Someone′s gotta clean up this mess
Ain't gonna be me though

They got cameras in the sky
Collectin′ on the damage
Then they televise the suspect
The lowly savage
Like some preachers critiquin'
Strip teases at peep shows

All good boys and girls do as you're told
Pay your taxes, obey your God
But what do we do when it′s our God or
Government who has done wrong?

Father got his books of the Bible
Puppies got them loveable eyes
An idol got a slew of disciples
A thief in disguise don′t need a crowbar to pry


And I'm a God-fearin′ man
So I'm gon′ run as fast as I can
No crook in a suit's
Gonna take from my hand
When my babies need food
And soon they′ll want crayons

All loyal subjects, you need not fear
If you stand fast, brother provides
But what can we do when our brother
Forgets his blood is just as mine?

What's hangin' outta your shirt?
What′s hangin′ outta your shirt?
What's hangin′ outta your skirt?
What's hangin′ outta your skirt?

You make me want some
You make me want some
You make me want some but
Don't call if you ain′t gon' come

What's hangin′ outta your purse?
What′s hangin' outta your purse?
You gon′ fit that in your hearse?
You gon' fit that in your hearse?


So lemme have some
So lemme have some
So lemme have some but
Don′t call if you ain't gon′ come