Story Behind The Song
I love everyone except idiots. Why do all the dumb people keep reproducing? I fear what the world will be like in another hundred years.
Song Description
Talks about people who think they're something, but they're really nothing.
| Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Distressed, Troubled |
Subject |
Hunger, Suicide |
| Similar Artists |
Billy Joel, Elton John |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1940 - 1949 |
| |
Lyrics
Hey you! Yeah, you, big man on the town
I heard about you beating your woman down
Tell me, what kind of man lays a hand on his wife
Then actually believes he was in the right?
Hey, i'm talkin' to you gangsta's with triggers
All you black-ass crackers, and you white fuckin' niggers
Any six year old could take a man out with a slug
Only mano a mano can you earn your blood
You're a
Big pussy Everyone knows
Big pussy From your head to your toes
Big pussy Listen to me
Your struttin don't mean nothing
And you can't fuck with me
Big pussy Everyone sees that you're a
Big pussy Get down on your knees
Big pussy Listen to me
You're cruisin' for a bruisin' and it
Might just come from me!
Hey! I'm lookin' at you addicted fools
Who can't control the drugs so the drugs control you
You're the reason that the rest of us can't have a good time
With the finest of herb and the purest of line
Chorus
Chorus out