the unstretchable truth

dumbstruck, i bore down on the gas. no matter how hard i pushed it, i could not outrun this dread. a country full of hicks and fools, born and raised unbelievably narrowminded and wideassed. shoving hours of potatoes and lies into their unwitting child's piehole. in a perfect world, they would be the first to have a daughter raped and in need of an abortion, or possibly have their son fall in love with joey and wish to be married, but instead tied to a pole and beaten to death. the rules seem undeniably twisted into a knot of white males on a twister mat, one ass blurring into another face. here is my song guaranteed used... this applies more than ever all of a sudden:

i remember ponds with snakes, and a bull that was queer
niggers and fears, inbred to tears
strung up and hung out for bait, i swear i won't clean your slate
so take this useless tripe off my brow
and sell it to some other cow

i always felt a special kin with that bull
he mounted and took all control
he turned those small minds out
now the words had taken their toll

SO IF YOU CARE TO KNOW WHAT YOU BUY
LOOK CLOSELY WITH YOUR BLIND EYE
UNGLUE YOURSELF FROM ALL OF THOSE PEWS
IF IT'S MIDDLE AND AMERICA
IT'S GUARANTEED USED

the moral of this small state
is don't eat everything on your plate
you never know just who will see straight
there's no fucking such thing as fate, tex