Lyrics: 'tis Of Thee

they caught the last poor man
on a poor man's vacation
they cuffed him and they confiscated his stuff
they dragged his black ass down to the station
and said, o.k., the streets are safe now
all your pretty white children can come out and see spot run
and they came out of their houses
and they looked around
but they didn't see no one

my country 'tis of thee
to take swings at each other on the talk-show tv
why don't you just go ahead and turn off the sun
'cuz we'll never live long enough
to undo everything they've done to you
undo everything they've done to you

above 96th street
they're handin' out smallpox blankets so people don't freeze
the old dogs have got a new trick
it's called criminalize the symptoms
while you spread the disease
and i hold on hard to something
between my teeth when i'm sleeping
i wake up and my jaw aches
and the earth is full of earthquakes

my country 'tis of thee
to take shots at each other on the primetime tv
why don't you just go ahead and turn off the sun
'cuz we'll never live long enough
to undo everything they've done to you
undo everything they've done to you

they caught the last poor man
flying away in a shiny red cape
they took him down to the station
and they said, boy you should've known better
than to try to escape
i ran away with the circus
'cuz there's still some honest work left for bearded ladies
but it's not the same going town to town
since they put everyone in jail
except the cleavers and the bradys
my country 'tis of thee
to take swings at each other on the talk-show tv
why don't you just go ahead and turn off the sun
'cuz we'll never live long enough
to undo everything they've done to you
undo everything they've done to you