Lou Reed - The Original Wrapper Lyrics
I was sittin home on the west endWatchin cable tv with a female friendWe were watchin the news, the worlds in a messThe poor and the hungry, a world in distressHerpes, aids, the middle east at full throttleBetter check that sausage, before you put it in the waffleAnd while youre at it, check whats in the batterMake sure that candys in the original wrapperHey, pitcher, better check that batterMake sure that candys in the original wrapperReagan says abortions murderWhile hes looking at cardinal oconnorLook at jerry falwell louis farrakhanBoth talk religion and the brotherhood of manThey both sound like they belong in teheranWatch out, theyre goin full throttleBetter check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffleAnd while youre at it better check, whats in the batterMake sure that candys in the original wrapperHey, pitcher, better check that batterMake sure that candys in the original wrapperWhite against white, black against jewIt seems like its 1942The baby sits in front of mtvWatching violent fantasiesWhile dad guzzles beer with his favorite sportOnly to find his heroes are all coked upClassic, original, the same old storyThe politics of hate in a new surroundingHate if its good and hate if its badAnd if this all dont make you madIll keep yours and Ill keep mineNothing sacred and nothing divineFather, bless me, were at full throttleBetter check that sausage, before you put it in the waffleAnd while youre at it better check that batterMake sure the candys in the original wrapperHey, pitcher, better check that batterMake sure that candys in the original wrapper, hey, heyI was born in the united statesAnd I grew up hard but I grew up straightI saw a lack of morals and a lack of concernA feeling that theres nowhere to turnYippies, hippies and upwardly mobile yuppiesDont treat me like Im some dumb lackeycause the murderer lives while the victims dieId much rather see it an eye for an eyeA heart for a heart, a brain for a brainAnd if this all makes you feel a little insaneKick up your heels, turn the music up loudPick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say, -- dont mean to come on sanctimoniousBut lifes got me nervous and little pugnaciousLugubrious so I give a salutationAnd rock on out to beat really stupidOhh, poop, ah, doo and how do you doHip hop gonna bop till I drop.Watch out world, comin at you full throttleBetter check that sausage, before you put it in the waffleAnd while youre at it better check that batterMake sure the candys in the original wrapperHey, hey, pitcher, better check that batterMake sure the candys in the original wrapperHey, pitcher, better check that batterMake sure the candys in the original wrapper, hey, hey, hey
