Sugar Smacks
I spend my days reading Chinese science fiction
Between the real world and the Orphan Master's Son
I keep checking that there's one in the chamber
Cause the real world leaves me throwing up and wishing it was done
Everybody has a reason to march
But the fascists in the White House only laugh and pull another trigger
We all thought it was going to be teachable moment
but it only leaves us looking at Walmart marble headstones
and that its time that we consider
We might really need a gun We might really need a gun
Yeah Mac, Yeah I gotta get back to my Sugar Smack
Me too baby ,
You should tell em bout the time that I threw you down the stairs
It wasn't inappropriate touching, It was attempted murder
No need to pick me out of a line up, I admit I was there
Now we're back!
No longer theoretical conversations about governmental date rape
It's just a better brand of duct tape and the rubber ball,
A rubber ball full of rage
T T T Take me back, help me get back to my Sugar Smack
They said clean would make it better but I miss being filthy and the cover it provides
from the fact I'm full of demons and they're screaming inside
I don't think quantum physics will save us ,
I've seen the Himalayan monks in the Ding Bouche'
watching digital porn on their enlightenment phones
Pattern Recognition and Black-Op Namaste'
Here in Ensenada there's bath tub full of meth and bath tub full of fentanyl
Everybody wants a bath but no ones getting clean Everybody is alone!
Me too she said , Isis Slavery and genital mutilation
Now we're here in a permanent cinder block refugee camp
reading about Sexual harassment on the executive level
at a Portland advertising agency
The cartels are so happy about legal California weed that for 10 fucking minutes
they stopped the slaughter and rape of Juarez compañeros ..
Then they quit laughing and went back to stuffing bodies into 50 barrel drums
Fremantle used to be far enough , now theres a killing outside
next to the beautiful gay boys and their vegan raw cheesecakes
The Kurdish rocker in the grand bazar next to the blue mosque
is selling camel bone prayer beads
under the alias of a dead member of the New York Dolls
The Stiff Boys! C'mon Dee Dee!
Can I get an amen for Johnny Thunders?
Can I get an amen for David Bowie?
Can I get an amen for Joe Strummer?
If they could only see us now with our Sugar Smack
I saw the Banksy murals on the Sharon wall outside Jerusalem
and I'm wondering if the arts going to be any good
when they build a copy on the wall here on the Ote' Mesa plaza ..
I was hoping for a wall along the Mason Dixon line
but my friend Patterson was wondering
if it's to keep Them out or to keep Us In ?
If anyone has any soul anymore,
to cash in for a psalm to answer for our sins
Very little I hear these days has any fucking soul ..
And if I could only find mine I'd sing to the sweet baby dharma Jesus
riding his elephant thru the Apache res.
I'd sing to my wife and my children
so maybe they could understand just how much I love them
and that I'm so sorry I have failed them
and left a world of nasty racist monsters killing kids from
Philadelphia to Hilagia.
But Hey!
its a Scary fucking world when you can't tell the pigs from the priests
There's a jam band covering another version of The Weight ..
With mandolins and pretty girls with washboards ...
Lakota Sioux Medicine songs sung by Rocky Mountain white kids
Thirty different bands playing from the Grateful Dead Book
as opposed to Flannery O'Connor and thirty virgins
sacrificed to Lester Bangs or Murakami
Reciting from the book of the dead in song .
Where in Gods name did I put my soul?
I'd like to give to you baby so you can keep it whole, keep it safe
while I go back Searching Searching Searching
Hey, my Sugar smack
Baby won't you help me get back back back
Baby won't you help me get back back back
Baby won't you help me get back to my Sugar Smack
Autor(es): Jerry Joseph
