Kill Your Employer (Recreational Paranoia Is The Sport Of Now) - Busdriver

With long armpit hair

Sticking out like a sore thumb, smelling like dinosaur dung

These hippies are holier than thou at poorly attended peace marches holding

cold veggie dogs

I’m not your homie or pen pal though I unload ink cartridges at Red State

demigods

Cause smearing a salad on a SUV can’t

Save the black faces at the refugee camp

There is your sterling Sputnik

To compliment your unfurling drug fix

You’ve been hoodwinked the secret brotherhood winks as your heroes push it with

Branded buttocks

Now he’s an action-pose doll

Clad in the latest fashion faux-pas

Just another rapping know-it-all trying to de-politicize those big business ties

Let me guess, you’re a macrobiotic cuisine prep-cook

With a text book liberal outlook in an oppressed nook

Couch surfing, but your dads got employment history at Halliburton

While you dress like wild mermen

Cause recreational paranoia

Is the sport of now, so

Kill your employer

Cause recreational paranoia

Is the sport of now, so

Kill your employer

Riddled with neo-expressionism omitted words and arty erasure

You pass out your Green Party favor

Smoking on cush-hash algae at the Bush-bash rally

Mocking army brigade verve

Bar-b-qing sorts of meat substitutes

Arguing at your bleak study group

Shunning pop art in your turtle-neck

Shopping carts with turbo jets

Write Red Cross personal checks

Yet no relief monies are en route

You exchange wistful ki-bitchbos while they prep the missile silos

And Ill fortify the Lefts patron saint

With anti-war cries and face paint

When the GOP appoints a man in tights to read protestors their Miranda rights

This is an anger pact, a teen scratch post

That boast a paperback zine pathos

Unsheathe the saber says thee blasphemers acting coach

And torment the Scientologist at the Cineplex

They are bonafide clansmen in dinner dress

Giving your art loft undertows the thumb and nose

Cause recreational paranoia

Is the sport of now, so

Kill your employer

Cause recreational paranoia

Is the sport of now, so

Kill your employer

I don’t join the ranks of ordinary men, uh-huh

I burn flags not oil reserves, uh-huh

I’m no ex-football player Iraqi combatant, uh-huh

Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, uh-huh

I don’t join the ranks of ordinary men, uh-huh

I burn flags not oil reserves, uh-huh

I’m no ex-football player Iraqi combatant, uh-huh

Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, uh-huh

It’s me fucker, uh-huh

It’s me