Ani Difranco

Ani Difranco - Fuel lyrics

and they discovered a slave cemetary there

may their souls rest easy

now that lynching is frowned upon

and we've moved on to the electric chair

and i wonder who's gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer?

and who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer?

how about we put up a wall between houses and the highway

and you can go your way, and i can go my mine

except all the radios agree with all the tvs

and all the magazines agree with all the radios

and i keep hearing that same damn song everywhere i go

maybe i should put a bucket over my head

and a marshmallow in each ear

and stumble around for

another dumb-dumb week for another hum drum hit song to appear

people used to make records

as in a record of an event

the event of people playing music in a room

now everything is cross-marketing

its about sunglasses and shoes

or guns and drugs

you choose

we got it rehashed

we got it half-assed

we're digging up all the graves

and we're spitting on the past

and you can choose between the colors

of the lipstick on the whores

cause we know the difference between

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