Is my distance from the mic proper
There's a college town, with olive green all around
Professors and skater punks rock SG Paul's Wall Of Sound
And there's an anarchist bookstore, there's more than you'd look for
A core of local folks wait for late lifts, there's often a great drift
To the shop for the Wednesday night five-to-eight shift
Cause the clerk at work is the prettiest gal in town, she cries during Allentown
She's a precocious socialist and she's willing to prowl around
She's twice as cool as the kids from her high school
Every Wednesday after French club she rides to work
with a stuffed Mastadon in the basket on her bicycle
If Noam Chomsky was from the Bronx he'd have been a**assinated promptly
She said he was from the Bronx, he said you know what I mean, ignoramuses
Oh boy what a pain this is, said the only paid employee, the manager
I came for c**ture, not accounting, and a girl put a flyer up above the water fountain
She carried Clandestine two dollar mescaline in her blue collar mess tin
Plastered with stickers that said food not bombs, s** not proms, critical mass
That b******, voice talent snickered
Nice graphics but that's just half a**ed agitprop to p*** off a traffic cop
Aww shucks, can it be I'm too lazy for pot lucks
If not my friends, who am I willing to cook for
And they're chilling at the anarchist bookstore
Will Barnes and Noble harm the global
Will Amazon Com be round when grammar's gone mom
Voice talent, the rapper, had a rapport with a stripper w****
Who he'd vote for long before he'd vote for Tipper Gore
He re-equipped the store with the new credit machines and put zines in their places
He said take back the streets is more like take back
four parking s***es at the most and left to hose the Sunday showcases
He was all dressed in tinsel yo, but he couldn't convince his friends to go
They were like, voice talent, you put on a minstrel show
He said someone's psychotic, someone took too much semiotics
Furthermore, he thought, someone can tzi-suck my tza-d***
But VT was the opposite of TV, he'd never accuse someone of being PC
Because it's so friggin' dumb to say, the term arose on the Columbus Day
Quincentennary when the republic was honest about the conquest
And wouldn't party as they had previously promised
If someone uses a non-offensive vocabulary then that person is considerate, not PC
If someone has a heavy-handed agenda, that person is narrow-minded, not PC
Unless you mean Providence College
PC is as meaningless as the president's apology for slavery
Maybe P.E. should be on the radio
and not just in the African-American Norton Anthology
Will Barnes and Noble harm the global
Will Amazon Com be round when grammar's gone mom
Will Barnes and Noble harm the global
Will Amazon Com be round when grammar's gone mom
Who cooks for you, who cooks for you
Who cooks for you all
There's a college town, with olive green all around
Professors and skater punks rock SG Paul's Wall Of Sound
And there's an anarchist bookstore, there's more than you'd look for
A core of local folks wait for late lifts, there's often a great drift
To the shop for the Wednesday night five-to-eight shift
Cause the clerk at work is the prettiest gal in town, she cries during Allentown
She's a precocious socialist and she's willing to prowl around
She's twice as cool as the kids from her high school
Every Wednesday after French club she rides to work
with a stuffed Mastadon in the basket on her bicycle
If Noam Chomsky was from the Bronx he'd have been a**assinated promptly
She said he was from the Bronx, he said you know what I mean, ignoramuses
Oh boy what a pain this is, said the only paid employee, the manager
I came for c**ture, not accounting, and a girl put a flyer up above the water fountain
She carried Clandestine two dollar mescaline in her blue collar mess tin
Plastered with stickers that said food not bombs, s** not proms, critical mass
That b******, voice talent snickered
Nice graphics but that's just half a**ed agitprop to p*** off a traffic cop
Aww shucks, can it be I'm too lazy for pot lucks
If not my friends, who am I willing to cook for
And they're chilling at the anarchist bookstore
Will Barnes and Noble harm the global
Will Amazon Com be round when grammar's gone mom
Voice talent, the rapper, had a rapport with a stripper w****
Who he'd vote for long before he'd vote for Tipper Gore
He re-equipped the store with the new credit machines and put zines in their places
He said take back the streets is more like take back
four parking s***es at the most and left to hose the Sunday showcases
He was all dressed in tinsel yo, but he couldn't convince his friends to go
They were like, voice talent, you put on a minstrel show
He said someone's psychotic, someone took too much semiotics
Furthermore, he thought, someone can tzi-suck my tza-d***
But VT was the opposite of TV, he'd never accuse someone of being PC
Because it's so friggin' dumb to say, the term arose on the Columbus Day
Quincentennary when the republic was honest about the conquest
And wouldn't party as they had previously promised
If someone uses a non-offensive vocabulary then that person is considerate, not PC
If someone has a heavy-handed agenda, that person is narrow-minded, not PC
Unless you mean Providence College
PC is as meaningless as the president's apology for slavery
Maybe P.E. should be on the radio
and not just in the African-American Norton Anthology
Will Barnes and Noble harm the global
Will Amazon Com be round when grammar's gone mom
Will Barnes and Noble harm the global
Will Amazon Com be round when grammar's gone mom
Who cooks for you, who cooks for you
Who cooks for you all