Full Metal Jackoff

Around our nation's capital
 There's a freeway 8 lanes wide
 White concrete ringed around the city
 For those who want inside
 Get on get off
 Ignore everything to the sides
 In your midst I drive
 While homeboys in the back of the van make drugs
 Wanna hide something like a crack lab
 Just put it in plain sight
 Only stop to refuel and unload
 More poison to tear more lives apart
 
 Gang wars like never before
 Better lock your doors, buy some guns
 And pray (prey?) for martial law
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 On the Washington D.C. Beltway
 Around and around I go
 In the black van with no windows
 And a chimney puffing smoke
 Bloody headlines in the news each day
 Drug "crisis" everywhere
 So much comes in so easy
 It's as though someone wants it there
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 It would be a little obvious
 To fence off all the slums
 Hand out machine guns
 to the poor in the projects
 And watch 'em kill each other off
 A more subtle genocide is when
 The only hope for the young
 Is to join the Army and slowly die
 Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
 The last roads left to the American Dream
 Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
 Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
 Only on road leads to this neighborhood
 Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up
 The folks might get just a little upset
 If they knew where that dope comes from
 From Columbia to the Contras
 To our Air Force bases, where we trade it for guns
 The moral equivalent of a serial killer
 And his CIA friends
 Call the shots from the White House
 But now that we own the media too
 Those stories just aren't run
 On the Washington D.C. Beltway, 'round and 'round I go
 In a black van with no windows, and a chimney puffing smoke
 Some gang that ran smack in Viet Nam
 Ain't got no reason to fear
 Just get a Vice President so dumb
 The crook at the top never gets impeached
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 That sure was easy wasn't it?
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 That sure was easy wasn't it?
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 More crack-more panic-moe cops-more jails
 You see emergency-total war
 You see emergency-total war
 You see a black face-you see a crackhead
 You see a black face-you see a crackhead
 You see a black face-you see Willie Horton with a knife
 You see Willie Horton with a knife
 You see one Willie Horton you've seen them all
 They're everywhere, I know
 You asked for it, you've got it
 Drug suspects have no rights at all
 Property seized and sold before trial
 Labor camps-on American soil?!?
 Neo-Nazi bootboys
 That the cops never seem to arrest
 Prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats
 Why now? Why do they get so much press...?
 Mein Kampf-the mini series
 Ollie North-"patriotic" hero
 The leader for tomorrow is yours today
 Finally gotcha psyched for a police state
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 On the Washington D.C. Beltway
 Around and around I go
 In a black van with no windows
 And a chimney puffing smoke
 My van's a mobile oven now
 That burns the bodies you never see
 Just like in Chile or Guatemala
 People just seem to disappear
 Just like Rome
 We fell asleep when we got spoiled
 Ignore human rights in the rest of the world
 Ya might just lose your own
 As the noose of narco-militarism
 Tightens 'round your necks
 We worry about burning flags
 And pee in jars at work
 To keep our jobs
 But if someone came for you one night
 And dragged you away
 do you really think your neighbors
 Would even care...
 Ollie for president, he'll get things done!!!
 Ollie for president, he'll get things done!!!
 Ollie for president, he'll get things done!!!