Along Came a Biter Songtext

von Busdriver

Everything's great up until you show up
Everything's great up until you show up
Everything's great up until you show up
Everything's great up until you show up
Everything's great up until you show up...

Force-fit murders and corporate mergers
Are so..."New World"
Horseshit burgers keep force, and click cursors
Make you so... user-friendly
Compassionate Conservatives who get maximum superlatives
Is so..."Neo-Reaganomics"
Claiming ownership of this Pangaea puzzle-piece
Is so..."English settler"
Slighting me on my out-of-body body-builder's muscle beach
Is so... out of character for you
Seeing you underestimate how government officials? and decimate
Is so... up your alley
And other-world variety packs with apocalyptic anxiety tax
Is so... 1999
So typical!

Now this is for obscene language and loud music
Which are now news clips of social unrest
But it's a crowd-shooing mix
'Cause I rended all the rubber flesh, I'm hunted by Boba Fett's
And these are the minimals of substance
I'm the political pundit, I'm cynical and unfit
For day-to-day life, I've got a pitiful pun-kick
But at least I'm not on that criminal thug shit
Then they hide the doors that rape states' rights

And it was great... and it was cool
But then along came this biter
And he was so out of touch
So completely self-indulgent
Just so out to lunch
So when there's a writ need of a style consultant and some school enrollment...
People need help

Now those recorded-on toaster-ovens doing their over-dubbin'
Is so... 20th century
Giving sell-buyers harsh pile-drivers
Is so... me
This machine kills Fascists and other unwanted guests
Now when I improvise, showers risk the skies from brain-storm rain-clouds
I'm Coltrane and Kurt Cobain's brain-child
And you're soaking wet, wanting to use these rap sounds for your bath towels
My moods for a chin-check, I'll give you this crank valve
So you can smoke it in a platinum album and feel at home
TV's sprout seedlings that cheer bling-bling, and also force-feed
Footage of bombs over Baghdad to distract from my palms over scratch pads

And it was cool... hunky-dory... I wasn't hungry or horny...
But then along came this biter
And he was so out of touch
So completely self-indulgent
Just so out to lunch
So when there's a writ need of a style consultant and some school enrollment..."