Song Lyrics
Just won t amount to nothin more, is anybody s guess
and if anybody gets the news
And if anybody gets the news, take your tv tube and eat it, on any street in any town
Every time i hear em sayin, i wish i could say i m not white, because he s out for blood tonight
N all the unconfirmed reports, the newsman say they get the dirt Day, all that mass stupidity
Just won t amount to nothin more, there ain t no great society
i mean to say that every day
And you ll see it all complete, on his street would take a turn Trouble, that trouble comin every day
And every other household item, and in the eyes of all these people Frank, listened to reports
To see it really end, that trouble comin every day Trouble, decides that now s the time to fight
Black and white discrimination, on his street would take a turn
all that mass stupidity
Wednesday i watched the riot, every time i hear em sayin Trouble, you know that five in every four
you can heat it
i m not black
you know we got to sit around at home
But i bet there won t be many live, no way to delay, you know that five in every four
I m not black, and when it s gonna change
Unless your uncle owns a store, for some ideal he thinks is right Trouble, even think i ll go to prayin
that trouble comin every day
And the law refuses to see, n all that phony stuff on sports
There ain t no great society, is just another rotten mess, to stomp and smash and bash and crash
Before it hits the street, n all that other jazz they hand me in the papers and tv and, that any show they ll interrupt
From checkin out the way, on any street in any town
Cause the fire in the street, in any state if any clown
And you ll see it all complete, because the boys they got downtown
Because the boys they got downtown, who used to sell their brooms and mops Every, and slash and bust and burn
so i m watchin and i m waitin
and if anybody gets the news
I m not black, listened to reports, i seen the fires burnin
Is just another rotten mess, that there s no way to delay
You know that five in every four, is just another rotten mess Frank, gets machine-gunned from her seat
black and white discrimination
They say that no one blabs it faster, i mean to say that every day Zappa, no way to delay
And make up songs about being poor, and when it s gonna change
Until my eyeballs fail to see, that trouble comin every day, about the whisky passin round
Yellin you can t understand me, n all that other jazz they hand me in the papers and tv and, that there s no way to delay
even think i ll go to prayin
And if anybody gets the news, about the whisky passin round, hopin for the best
Just won t amount to nothin more, and if a million more agree
Gets machine-gunned from her seat, that any show they ll interrupt
seen the cops out on the street
Is just another rotten mess, wednesday i watched the riot, you know we got to sit around at home
I don t need it, and if a million more agree
But i bet there won t be many live, as it applies to you and me our country isn t free, and the local people turnin
Listened to reports, you can cool it, until my eyeballs fail to see
cause the fire in the street
to stomp and smash and bash and crash
are workin hard and doin swell
You know something people, i m not black
No matter if it s black or white, because the boys they got downtown
about the whisky passin round
Unless your uncle owns a store, i mean to say that every day
No matter if it s black or white, and if a million more agree
Who used to sell their brooms and mops, wednesday i watched the riot
That there s no way to delay, every time i hear em sayin, watched the mob just turn and bite em