Sage Francis - Slow Down Ghandi lyrics

There once was a song
Called "Arrest The President"
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids
It was a top ten
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit
But politics was on everybody's
Hot this summer list
And the cool kids were all rockin' votes
I shit you not, I was pistol
Whippin' cops for hip hop, booyea!

On my soap box yellin' into megaphones
Killin' hard rocks usin' carcasses
As steppin' stones had to promise that I'd
Stop holdin' my marches
The day that Chris Columbus got
Crucified on golden arches

My pedestal was too tall to climb off
In fact that's the reason for the high horse
And from up here I see Marines
And Hummers on a conquest
Underdogs with Wonderbras in
A push-up contest

All for the sake of military recruitment
It felt like Kent State the
Way they targeted the students
I galloped off whistlin', "Ohio"
The rest of them
Stuck doin' stand up at a cricket convention

What would they die for?
Is it the same machine that leaves
The quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs
Cloggin' up the property that
I bought with eyesores

That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from minimum wage labor
I don't care how half naked
Or fake she looks she smells like dirty cash
And aged paper books what would she die for?

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em

Now it's whistle blower versus
The pistol holder case dismissed
They'll lock you up and throw
Away the key witness
Justice is the whim of a judge
Check his chest density
It leaves much room for error
And the rest left to destiny

The West Memphis 3 lost paradise
It's death penalty versus
Suicidal tendencies
All I wanted was a fuckin' Pepsi Institution
Makin' you think you're crazy is
A billion dollar industry

If they could sell sanity in a bottle
They'd be charging for compressed air
And marketin' healthcare
They demonize welfare
Middle class eliminated rich get richer
Til the poor get educated

But some of y'all still haven't
Grown into your face
And your face doesn't quite match your head
And I'm waitin' for a brain to
Fill the dead space that's left
You're all
"Give me ethnicity or give me dreads"

Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm
Cause when push turns to shove you
Jump into your forefathers arms
He's a banker, you're part of the system
Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income

The briefcase, the freebase, the sickness
The symptom
When the cameras start rollin' stay the
Fuck outta the picture pilgrim!
The briefcase, the freebase, the sickness
The symptom when the cameras start rollin'

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' 'em

Mr save The World, spare us the details
Save the females from losin' interest
And Miss Save The Universe you're
A damsel in distress
Tied down to a track of isolated incidents

Generalize my disease
I need a taste of what it's like
Livin' off the fat of kings
I play the scab at your hunger strike

Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' 'em

One love, one life, one too many victims
Republicrat, Democran, one party system
Media goes in a frenzy
They're stripped of their credentials
Presidential candidates can't debate
Over this instrumental

Let 'em freestyle
Winner takes all when the music's dead
I'll have Ted Nugent's head
Hangin' on my wall
Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours
With some friendly fire, that's
A funny term, like civil war

Six in the morning, police at my crib
Now my nights consist of
Two toothpicks and eyelids
The crucifix and vitamins
Music that is pirated
New flavored food made of mutated hybrids

Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad
It fucks you up good, but it's not that bad
They hold on to these tales till
It's the dog that wags
God save us all if he lets
The cat out the bag

Who's the one to blame for this
Strain in my vocal chords?
Who can pen a hateful threat
But can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain
About the global war
But can't overthrow the local joker
That they voted for

They call the shots but they're not
In the line of fire
I call the cops but they're
Breakin' the line of duty
Let's call a stop to the abuse of authority
The truth keeps callin' me
And I'ma live to tell the story

So look for truth, quit seekin' forgiveness
You need to cut the noose
But you don't believe in scissors
You support the troops by
Wearin' yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfuckin'
Brothers and sisters

Cause they don't call the shots but
They're in the line of fire
I'd like to call the cops but
They're breakin' the line of duty
It's time to call a stop
To the abuse of authority
The truth keeps calling me and I'ma
Live to tell the story

Meadow superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from a farm, reachin' with your arm
Come away with me to another ranch
We can rely on a tree-branch, greeting is on