Reed, Lou – The Original Wrapper

Reed, Lou – The Original Wrapper Lyrics

Artist: Reed, Lou
Song: The Original Wrapper

I was sittin’ home on the West End
Watchin’ cable TV with a female friend
We were watchin’ the news, the world’s in a mess
The poor and the hungry, a world in distress

Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle
Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle
And while you’re at it, check what’s in the batter
Make sure that candy’s in the Original Wrapper

Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
Make sure that candy’s in the Original Wrapper
Reagan says abortion’s murder
While he’s looking at Cardinal O’Connor

Look at Jerry Falwell Louis Farrakhan
Both talk religion and the brotherhood of man
They both sound like they belong in Teheran
Watch out, they’re goin’ full throttle

Better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffle
And while you’re at it better check, what’s in the batter
Make sure that candy’s in the Original Wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter

Make sure that candy’s in the Original Wrapper
White against white, Black against Jew
It seems like it’s 1942
The baby sits in front of MTV

Watching violent fantasies
While Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport
Only to find his heroes are all coked up
Classic, original, the same old story

The politics of hate in a new surrounding
Hate if it’s good and hate if it’s bad
And if this all don’t make you mad
I’ll keep yours and I’ll keep mine

Nothing sacred and nothing divine
Father, bless me, we’re at full throttle
Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle
And while you’re at it better check that batter

Make sure the candy’s in the Original Wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter
Make sure that candy’s in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey
I was born in the United States

And I grew up hard but I grew up straight
I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern
A feeling that there’s nowhere to turn
Yippies, Hippies and upwardly mobile Yuppies

Don’t treat me like I’m some dumb lackey
’cause the murderer lives while the victims die
I’d much rather see it an eye for an eye
A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain

And if this all makes you feel a little insane
Kick up your heels, turn the music up loud
Pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say, –
“Don’t mean to come on sanctimonious

But life’s got me nervous and little pugnacious
Lugubrious so I give a salutation
And rock on out to beat really stupid
Ohh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do

Hip hop gonna bop till I drop”
Watch out world, comin’ at you full throttle
Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle
And while you’re at it better check that batter

Make sure the candy’s in the Original Wrapper
Hey, hey, pitcher, better check that batter
Make sure the candy’s in the Original Wrapper
Hey, pitcher, better check that batter

Make sure the candy’s in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey, hey
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From the album:
Mistrial
Release Year: 1986