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    "Oh My God" Lyrics

    Michael Franti

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    Oh my, oh my God
    out here mama they got us livin' suicide
    singin' oh my, oh my God
    out here mama they got us livin' genocide

    Slam bam I come unseen
    but like gasoline you tell I'm in the tank
    like money in the bank
    I smell appealing, but I'm toxic, can send you reeling
    without an inklin', keep ya thinkin'
    'cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead
    fucked you up in the head, but still they sayin' nothin's wrong
    still believing the systems workin'
    while half of my people are still out of workin'
    anonymous notesleft in the pockets and coats
    of judges and juries from 'Frisco and Jersey
    threats and protests politicians mob debts
    trumped up charges and phony arrests
    stage a lethal injection, the night before the election
    'cause he got donations from the prison guard's union


    Listen to my stethoscope on a rope
    internal lullabies, human cries
    thumps and silence, the language and violence
    algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhythmic
    you can make a life longer, but you can't save it
    you can make a clone and then you try to enslave it?
    stealin' DNA samples from the unborn
    and then you comin' after us
    'cause we sampled a James Brown horn?
    scientists who's God is progress
    a four-headed sheep is their latest project
    the CIA runin' like that Jones from Indiana
    but they still won't talk about that Jones in Guyana
    this ain't no cartoon, no one slips on bananas
    do you really think that that car killed Diana
    hell I shot Ronald Regan, I shot JFK
    I slept with Marilyn she sung me "Happy Birthday"


    Well politicians got lipstick on the collar
    the whole media started to holler
    but I don't give a fuck who they screwin' in private
    I wanna know who they screwin' in public
    robbin', cheatin', stealin'
    white collar criminal
    McDonald eatin, you deserve a beatin'
    send you home a weepin', with a fat bill for your Caribbean weekend
    for just about anything they can bust us
    false advertising sayin' "Halls of Justice"
    you tellin' the youth don't be so violent
    then you drop bombs on every single continent
    mandatory minimum sentencin'
    'cause he got caught with a pocket full of medicine
    do that again another ten up in the pen
    I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution

    This song was submitted on February 17th, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Michael Franti, Ramon Enrico Lazo.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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