¿Do the Digs Dug? - The Goats

A hero ain’t nuttin' but a sandwich

I mean, well I need a hoagie if I am to manage

To fill myself up and stay fat

Yo yo, I gotta kick the raps, yo yo I gotta keep the naps

Well, see, its like this um, I forgot to mention

You was slingin' on my wingding

Swingin' like the Wringling

Suckers on the trapeze

Back and forth please

I keeps ya on ya toes to keeps ya off ya knees

Oops, I’m sorry, I’m just a Goat-man ach

First ya did some flips, but now ya just flopped

Damn, ouch, I didn’t mean ta be that blunt

I gave ya what cha got cause I gives ya what ya want

Bustin' down the door, bustin' down the door

Found the corporate heads dippin' Bush like a whore

Sayin' what is it for, what is it for?

The green, the green, please back me some more

Leonard Peltier, Leonard Peltier

Who da hell is that, why the fuck should I care?

In jail, in jail, in jail like a dealer

«Fuck George Bush!»

says my T-Shirt squealer!

Please, oh please set Leonard P. free;

Cause ya wiped out his race like an ant colony

Whatcha afraid of?

Annie Mae Aquash?

Found her lying in the ditch with no place for a watch

¿Do the Dugs Dig?

¿Do the Digs Dug?

I don’t dig apple pie

It’s an American lie

Because I dug between the lines

All I found was swine

Direct control.

I won’t fold or succumb

I mean, be overcome

I mean, you know what I mean

The green team

Ain’t down with the White House clowns

Pushing round mounds of shit

Tryin' to pound it down our throats

But dig it

I’d rather have a bud than a scud

Dug it

Cause I’ma pour tha salt on the slugs

Unplug it

The T.V.,

Cause I don’t need to see

Dan Rather

Cause it doesn’t matter to me

They lather me up

But their suds are weak

But I’ma burn some Bushes

And cut the Quayle’s beak

Uh oh, yo, here I come again

Holdin' up the crap

Like a diaper, Depends

Aw George

Ya don’t pay attention

Put down the golf clubs

And stop takin' away the pensions

What cha ma call it?

The Emancipation Procla… somethin'?

It doesn’t mean a thing

Cause back then I wasn’t nothin'

Just 1/3 of

What’s that word, um

Human

Fuck that, «Four score!»

Furthermore I’m fumin'!

What’s their face?

Ah Powell, I know ya dig it

A general, an officer, a pig to a piglet

They’re both givin' time

They’re both gettin' mine

It’s time for Goats ta roast swine

Let me check my Glock cause it’s time to be checkin' it

In this age of no phase

Ya know who’s gonna be wreckin' it

With a crazy, spacy

Hendrix like hazy

Purple maple syruple

Jump the hurdle never lazy

Flim flam of Uncle Scam

Makes ya guard ya wad

Got heads of the state

Deciding fates like God

Makin' racists out of toddlers

Soldiers outta bums

Put that wad in front of congress

See who cums first;

cause they’re cuttin' funds like liverwurst

Curse bout the purse and they’ll drop ya in the hearse

With niggers shooting blacks

Yep

Feds supply the gats

Dropping 8 ball jackets like Minnesota Fats

Congratulations on your biggest stunt yet

But you can’t hit my blunt if your lips are wet, baby!

Call me crazy and I’m not the pretentious type

Just looks like maybe you’s on the pipe

So go take another pull off the glass dick

The way you drool, I think your lips was elastic

I asked Madd, he said you got your ass kicked

Try’n to play your pops for his plastic

Swayzack’s cuttin' tracks on the head cracks

Gonna slay some monkeys for the junkies

Stay back and put the caps on the hat rack

Cause here’s the plan: the man’s gonna get funky

Do The Dugs Dig, Do The Dugs, Dig

Diggy Diggy Dug, Do The

Dugs Dig, Dug