I wont represent the US
In the summer olympics
My characters questionable
My life is a broken record

Chorus:
Im shredding the document
Im keeping my mouth shut
Im running on radio silence
Im letting the record speak

Im shredding the document
The switchboard is lighting up
Im not taking anymore calls
Well maybe from Larry King

And I dont know who killed who
Im having a sex change
To a woman who loves too much
My sisters a petty thief

I doctored the evidence
Yeah it was a cover up
I want to stay wrapped in my blanket
And never get out of bed

Chorus

All rumor and innuendo
An eagles reunion
The 20th centurys closing
Its closing in on me

You know what my father said
Well Im not going to tell you
Some words that I try to live by
Its none of your goddamn business

Chorus

Im shredding the document
The switchboard is lighting up
Im not taking anymore calls
Well maybe from Oprah Winfrey

(Verse)
You finally found the mainstream In the middle of your life
You tapped into a vein Of endless gold chains Now you’re locked up tight
Tearing down the middle of it Cut it right in half
Bobbing up and down the waves like a runaway slave on a Huck Finn raft

(Chorus)
Take your wife Take your family
And Take your gun Running through the woods
And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone
A member of your tribe a Place you can hide
‘Til the war has begun ‘Cause in the fields before the flood
You’ll be spilling blood just like a native son

(Verse)
Where you gonna run to there ain’t no underground
If only you could fly you’d cut across the sky
Like a rifle round oh, who are your people
Tell me where is your homeland ‘Cause they’re dying side by side
At the river of pride where we tried to take a stand

(Chorus)
Take your wife Take your family
And Take your gun Running through the woods
And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone
A member of your tribe a Place you can hide
‘Til the war has begun ‘Cause in the fields before the flood
You’ll be spilling blood just like a native son
Take your wife Take your family
And Take your gun Running through the woods
And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone
A member of your tribe a Place you can hide
‘Til the war has begun ‘Cause in the fields before the flood
You’ll be spilling blood just like a native son
In the fields before the flood
You’ll be spilling blood just like a native son