it rubs the boycott ketchup on its brand new slacks
by Emma Goldman
From the album: All you are is we
Duration: 04:54
Lyrics for it rubs the boycott ketchup on its brand new slacks
The politics Didn't matter Just the haircut The price didn't matter Because we didn't know any better (just eyes and showing them) We were together all together (we were together all together) Because we liked to repeat Mindless thoughts Our radical spots Didn't matter Just the haircut He's got the kind of slacks that scream disenfranchisement I want to be his friend Show me the revolutionary dance moves That academic Marxists can't even dream of If I had that party discipline I'd diligently cut My wrists down the road to make it count I've lost it the number of imperialist conquests Up my nose every Saturday night That have kept me from completely falling over The edge of guilt I'm enthralled in (cause) What I want I want What I want I want What I want I want What I want I want I couldn't tell The what politics of what are you doing Apart from the you Politics of you're fired! You're fired You're fired What I want I want what I want I am inclined (want) You are inclined They are inclined We are inclined And we repeat language And we remember why we can't be any better And we remember the compilation videos And we remember what it's like to not be devastated