"Death Runs On Schedule (Sometimes)"
Saigon, Vietnam

Well they told me I got problems They wanna jack up my picture of self Well I told them they was goblins Not gonna pander to their privilege or wealth They wanna put me in their headlights Because I resist an hegemonic tradition I told them stick it your birthrights Your presence of materialistic sadisms They said I was a burden Cause I didn't wanna buy up no land Well first they sell you anvils Then they put you in a plot of quicksand Oh they told me I got problems So they wanna hem me up just for the good of myself I told them they got problems So you can all just please go fluck yourself So they told me I'm in danger Because they found me all alone in the streets And if you got no money Surely, you know you gots no rights to sleep So they locked me up in county Since I wasn't about to pay em no bail And it's a crime to be a poor man When your virtues aren't for sale In a private for profit prison They whupped me until I fell back into line Got stabbed out in the yard now Cause death run on schedule sometimes The told me I got problems Said you just don't know the best right from wrong But when money is their benchmark Then I just don't care to stay around that long It's when they killing all the poor folk Can't afford another fair chance to get by And get stuck by pokey needles When they squeeze on through the blind camels eye I told them I got problems So they wanna hem me up just for the good of myself I told them they got problems So look you can all just please go fuck yourself So take a good look at your problems And stick them where the sun always shines And know that I'll miss you Cause death runs on schedule sometimes Sometimes, yeah Sometimes Death Runs on Schedule Sometimes Death Runs on Schedule Sometimes