Dead Milkmen - Here Comes Mr. X Lyrics
Here he comes, he's coming down the streetWith his drunken wife and his kids that he beatsHe's gonna tell you that life is hardThen he'll dump his trash in your back yardYou'll here lots of talk about the racially pureWhen Mr. X moves in next doorJust take a walk on the ignorant sideAnd you'll get to see what goes on in his mindJust take a walk on the ignorant sideAnd you'll get to see through his eyesThere he goes, now he's on the lawnWith his Sans-a-Belt pants and Hush Puppies onThe sky is blue and the bees are buzzin'He must be the product of two first cousinsHe's got a rifle and a low I.Q.He doesn't close his mouth when he chews his foodOh, please, dear God, strike him deadAim a lightning bolt at his headOh, please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon,Send someone to kill him soonOh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah,Run him over with his own ImpalaOh, please, kill him, Shirley MacLaineTake a pipe and bash in his brainHere he comes, driving 'round the blockSticking pamphlets in your mailboxInviting your kids to Aryan Youth Campmoving his ammo when his basement gets dampTraining his dog to attack your catHitting your mower with a baseball batHere he comes into your lifeWith about as much charm as a Bowie knifeHe'll swim in your pool when you're not homeAnd steal your tools and your garden gnomeHere he comes, coming down the streetWith his drunken wife and his kids that be beats------------------------------------------------
