MUSIC MONDAY: Motherfucker + Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand by Primitive Radio Gods

I found this tag on Read Rant Rock & Roll. This meme was created by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek. You pick a song that you really like and share it on Monday.

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Last week’s song: Whatever Possessed You by Care

This week’s song: Motherfucker + Standing Outside a Broken Phone With Money In My Hand by Primitive Radio Gods

My two favorite songs from their 1996 album, Rocket. I still have the original cassette tape buried somewhere.

LYRICS:

When do I get paid for all the money you made
Selling souls on Capitol Hill
Another law’s been passed designed to break your ass
And keep the middle class quiet and still
You talk a lot about justice and then go and bust us
Except for a chosen few
I’ve got a God-given right to smoke whatever I like
So tell me how it got given to you… Motherfuckers

The monkey looks back at his foot in the trap
And it’s the boogie man coming for you
He sells you a spade to dig out your own grave
And you can cover yourself when you’re through
I never just “say no” so take your slogans and go
I’m gonna spell it so there ain’t no doubt
‘Cause I’m the one with the other
I’m a bad motherfucker
And my bullet’s gonna find you out

Four billion people all strung out of their minds
On power trips and slaving ships
Not seeing that they’re blind
One day I’ll be in front of you
One day I’ll be in front of you

Put up your hands, give me all your money
Don’t think, don’t blink, ’cause I can’t rely on you
I sold myself, and I’ll sell you with me
Don’t blink, don’t think, that I can rely on you

Mothers and fathers, it’s your sons and daughters
That they’re selling to the prison cells
Why so afraid of the flesh you’ve made
And the lies that the preachers tell
Well I was born to run on the light of the sun
And the smell of the woman’s wrist
I’m out of things to say, so here’s a raw display
And the power of the silent truth

Four billion people all strung out of their minds
On power trips and slaving ships
Not seeing that they’re blind
One day I’ll be in front of you
One day I’ll be in front of you

Put up your hands, give me all your money
Don’t think, don’t blink, ’cause I can’t rely on you
I sold myself, and I’ll sell you with me
Don’t blink, don’t think, that I can rely on you

Put up your hands, give me all your money
Don’t think, don’t blink, ’cause I can’t rely on you
I sold myself, and I’ll sell you with me
Don’t blink, don’t think, that I can rely on you

Put up your hands, give me all your money
Don’t think, don’t blink, ’cause I can’t rely on you
I sold myself, and I’ll sell you with me
Don’t blink, don’t think, that I can rely on you

Put up your hands… Put up your hands… Put up your hands…

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LYRICS:

I’ve been downhearted baby
I’ve been down-
I’ve been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Ever since the day we met

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street

We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we’ve never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa’s joined the mob
And happy with her full time job

I’ve been downhearted baby
I’ve been down-
I’ve been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Ever since the day we met

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?

A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh

I’ve been downhearted baby
I’ve been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met

I’ve been downhearted baby
I’ve been down-
I’ve been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Ever since the day we met

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