INTRO:
(dirty old man:)
“we’ll ply’em with whiskey…”
“we’re gettin’em wet…”
“we’ll blind’em with sweat…”
“we’ll grab’em down under…”
CHORUS:
yea she my blackout baby…
she’s my blackout baby…
she’s a knockout set
on her american ways
she sure seems nervous
but it’s only a daze
i can spot her stumbling
from a mile away
she may seem overeager / (she makes it seem so easy)
but i’m warning you it’s never OK
i’m warning you it’s never OK
cuz it’s a countdown baby
from deep outer space
he’s never been over
she’d constantly remind him of his place
his place
his alternate race
(*guitar solo representing a lynching of orpheus*)
my blackout baby
never made it on time
refusing to admitting to her silently supporting the crime
(so she blacks out baby)
(fairy godfather:)
my blackout baby
we tend tah ferget
the constant struggle
while we getting our feet wet
so we black out baby
we tend tah forget
we causin’ all sorts of trouble
while we getting our feet wet
(meathead:)
she’s well-acquainted with my limewired ways
she don’t know nothing bout the end of his days
she’s hopelessly elitist / his whole world bleeding but life goes on
she forges onward like i’ve never been gone / after i’m gone
OUTRO:
you gotta
doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo
just like me
(you gotta…)
(i’d be the first to drop on an american dime)
(mister abraham lincoln woulda surely not been down with the times)
(to william warren:)
(“would lincoln be sitting there on his bony ass eating ice cream on the sidelines while richmond burned?”)