Ani Difranco - Fuel Lyrics
They were digging a new foudation in manhattanAnd they discovered a slave cemetary thereMay their souls rest easyNow that lynching is frowned uponAnd we've moved on to the electric chairAnd i wonder who's gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer?And who's gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer?Howabout we put up a wall between houses and the highwayAnd you can go your way , and i can go my mayExcept all the radios agree with all the tvsAnd all the magazines agree with all the radiosAnd i keep hearing that same damn song everywhere i goMaybe i should put a bucket over my headAnd a marshmallow in each earAnd stumble around forAnother dumb- dumb waiting for another hit song to appearPeople used to make recordsAs in a record of an eventThe event of people playing music in a roomNow everything is cross-marketingIts about sunglasses and shoesOr guns and drugsYou chooseWe got it rehashedWe got it half-assedWe're digging up all the gravesAnd we're spitting on the pastAnd you can choose between the colorsOf the lipstick on the whoresCause we know the difference betweenThe font of 20% moreAnd the font of teriakiyiYou tell meHow does it...make you feel?You tell meWhat's ...real?And they say that alcoholics are always alcoholicsEven when they're as dry as my lips for yearsEven when they're stranded on a small desert islandWith no place within 2,000 miles to buy beerAnd i wonderIs he different?Is he different?Has he changed? what's he about?...Or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?Am i headed for the same brick wallIs there anything i can do aboutAnything at all?Except go back to that corner in manhattanAnd dig deeper, dig deeper this timeDown beneath the impossible pain of our historyBeneath unknown bonesBeneath the bedrock of the mysteryBeneath the sewage systems and the path drainBeneath the cobblestones and the water mainsBeneath the traffic of friendships and street dealsBeneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheelsBeneath everything i can think of to think aboutBeneath it all, beneath all get outBeneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuelThere's a fire just waiting for fuel
