Please Stop Fucking Eachother

Right
 This is a masterclass in microphone techniques
 I'm thinkin' fast
 I'm thinkin' clearly
 I'm passing bridges by without a second glance
 Am I on Prozac?
 You got it nearly
 I'm smoking pipes of grass
 That buddy looks like you; he's your brother
 Please stop fucking each other
 (Fucking with violence)
 You Injuns and you Pakistanis
 Why do you squabble over an unnecessarily expensive woolen pullover
 There's room enough for both of ya
 I let my servant John
 Slap me in the face
 And was gone
 To another place
 And with that my servant John
 Smacked me in the face
 And was gone
 To another place
 Ehh... Ehh
 I was walking down the high street
 When I met my servant John
 I said "John, how ya doing? What the fuck is going on?"
 He said, "Sir, I have to leave you. I cannot carry on."
 You white folk, and black folk, and yellow and bronze
 Have been on this planet too fucking long
 Doofus!
 And with that my servant
 And with that my servant John smacked me in the face and was gone
 And with that my servant John slapped me in the face and was gone
 To a new life, on another place
 And with that my servant John slapped me in the face
 And was gone
 To another place
 And with that my servant John slapped me in the face
 And was gone
 To another place
 And with that my servant John
 Slapped me in the face
 He said "This is wrong"
 I'm going at his pace
 And with that my servant John
 Smacked in the face
 And was gone
 Needless to say
 With no references
 A wide-open (?)
 And de first thing I do is I'm gunna find ol' (?) massa