Crime In Stereo - New Harlem Shuffle lyrics

It's not the end
Forget what I said that fucking letter says
I'm not going over
I'm not crossing oceans for them

It's not defense
And I won't let the business
Of making new soldiers
Roll over our making promises
We'll tell them

That I was only joking
When I said all those things
I swore I meant at the time
Either joking or lying
So better the stateside than brave
The great desert divide
The whole ride over, I was growing wings
And better the road stretched
Out ahead than the
Cheap threat of me stretched out dead
What's do think over? Just
Grab your fucking things

There'll be no statewide searches
For some AWOL stateside kid like me
I swear it'll just be a few weeks
Of hotel rooms and diner foods
Or face the new American exchange

Of one rifle for every wife I'll lose

Listen, I've been thinking that we'll
Take all we've got
And I can dodge the draft and
You can quit your job
And we'll make these fuckers catch
Me if they want me
They'll find me a fighter after all

So better the stateside than brave
The great desert divide
Sound the sirens for a long drive
Better the days in for weeks than the
Days away in the desert streets
So sound the psalms of retreat