(Feat. Anticon)


Pedestrian :

There's a little Johnny Walker Lindh in every Meadow Creek middle school 

And when the rap tape grows up 

Each wave topples at first wind before the self settles in the body 


Dose & Why? :

The names of prominent families 

Carry no weight in foreign cities 

And even the sons of senators 

Receive no welcome outside the states 

The names of prominent families 

Carry no weight in foreign cities 

And even the sons of senators 

Receive no welcome outside the states 


Dose :

We hold these truths to be self-evident 

Once a-fuckin-gain we got a dollar model president 

Carving his face up for the cover of the next new nickel 

Combing every cotton coil of his inner white wig 

Curling perfect sers to his own thin lips in the mirror 

Working on his contripasto for stone 

Oh yah whitey, you got empire guilt 


Why? & Dose :

We know John Walker, we know John Booth 

Waste our days swatting this single song 

At a long line of Yale and bones born old men 

We know John Walker, we know John Booth 

Waste our days swatting this single song 

At a long line of Yale and bones born old men 


Alias :

While the widows buy rubber grips to open bottles with 

It's dreams with dusty dashboards and chipping paint 

At least the animals have something to poison themselves with 

Director yelling "Cut!" on riot footage in the background is faint 

And at dusk the clanking of fork to plates syncs 

Man of the house drowning out the chatter of housewife 

To yet another unmanned spyplane crash 

Now televangelists have a basis for book sales 

And the promise of effective prayers that get results 

As well as God's insurance policy for guaranteed divinity 

Time to give the fallout shelters a makeover 

Grab a pen and pad of paper and Ikea catalogue today 


Sole :

No matter what plastic you pray to or sponsorship you kill for 

Become a smart happy healthy pet rock if you can eat like us 

You'll make great soup and hot new imports for domesticated devils 

Don't worry, in thirty years we'll all be Johns and Sarahs 


Dose & Why? :

But the names of prominent families 

Carry no weight in foreign cities 

And even the sons of senators 

Receive no welcome outside the states 

The names of prominent families 

Carry no weight in foreign cities 

And even the sons of senators 

Receive no welcome outside the states 


Why? :

A flag stripes trying to tear free in heavy wind 

And seperate themselves from any unified composition 

Oh, I heard the two parties split platforms at the turn of the century 

But I know I'm American by the coins I carry 

And that's fucking scary 

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 

And even the worn wigged hard news anchors are un-affected 

And every psychic and small-time prophet is aloof 

We've been injected to the point of immunity 

It takes an f load of s to stimulate the 

Desencitized tastebuds of the sugar-expecting community 

Till we can barely detect the weather man's insincerity 

Their tongues are fast and free 

Like a child's translucent un-braced teeth 

A low relief long horn 

On a roughneck's rawhide wallet 

(Can I hear that, ah, last tongues are fast, you know) 


Dose :

Yeah America, you got it 


Passage :

The audio haunting promise provides for even the smallest of sparrows 

So long as the ghosts are clean and clearly showing through you 

I've been helpful, metal man bides his time 

In the sands on Minus Island 

Everything is fine, your heart is working properly 

All my love and luck on the river Euphrates 


Passage & Sole :

Don't take no wooden nickels, kid 

There's bikinis selling SUV's in the TV's in teepees 

Time to look for Job, the dorks have hit the desert 

The carbohydrate kings are back with fanny packs 

And daisy-cutters strapping parachutes to Lunchables 

To land on the lap of the new batch of bargain hunters 

Now we're not saying anything cause we're not supposed to 

But like Blockbuster hampster gave the Black Panthers cancer 

I know what you're thinking, it's like drinking the ocean 

But if you can fall in love in prison you can die a healthy plant 


Dose :

He wanted Hammer pants, he joined the Taliban 

He sought an absolute truth, the alpha cliché 

But he got the omega and bucked 

How many more humans will wear gun spit in their guts 

Why, you can still smile on the cover of Life magazine 

No matter how many bullets you take 

Again we use the magnets poorly 

Again we use the magnets poorly 

Again we use the magnets poorly 

Again we use the magnets like shit 

What is it with all these men in their fifties 

Wanting to win the world over like there's no tomorrow already? 

No matter what you do, G.W 

There will be no dollar for you 

Woe is the billionnaire 

Woe is the billionnaire 

No matter what you do, G.W 

There will be no dollar for you 

Woe is the billionnaire 


Give him a bomb to suck on