Them fascinating blacks
Got to face the facts
There’s time to work and time
To smoke crack in your Cadillac
Yakkity yak, yak your yakking
And you don’t talk back
And all those scheming white
Sheets and necktie nights
Their careless Third Reich dreams
A box of matches that’s about to ignite
Nighty, night, night
Whitey, white, white
You know it just ain’t right
How do you expect to dance
With one leg froze
While the other’s freezing
The music roars and a prophet rants
And warns there comes a time
When you must deafen
To the voice of reason
And all their stinking wealth
Keep the rich in health
It’s just a shame they’re pained
To do for others what
They do for themselves
And tighten their belts
They try to be convincing in ya
But you sure can tell
And all the country’s poor
Hands held out for more
Couldn’t find a job
With a bomb in nuclear war
Nobody’s sure
But don’t let it hit you
When we slam the door
How do you expect to dance
With one leg froze
While the other’s freezing
The music roars and a prophet rants
And warns there comes a time
When you must deafen
To the voice of reason
Now I might think I’m pretty smart
And call this rambling protest art
And that may touch your heart
But songs are only teasing
And all them singing stars
With their heads on mars
Where the wouldn’t know a crisis
If it hit them right
Between the guitars
They’re talking about opinions
But they sure ain’t ours
How do you expect to dance
With one leg froze
While the other’s freezing
The music roars and the prophet rants
And warns there comes a time
When you must deafen
To the voice of reason
Yeah, you must deafen
To the voice of reason
Hey, yeah
To the voice of reason
Talk, talk it out how
To the voice of reason
Don’t live, I’m your out
To the voice of reason
Your boat, your out
To the voice of reason
Of reason
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