Well I'm about to get UPSET From watchin' my TV Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see I mean they say that every day Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friends Is anybody's guess
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay That trouble comin' every day
Wednesday I watched the riot. I seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff And chokin' in the heat Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round Seen the smoke & fire And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash And slash and bust and burn
And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay That trouble comin' every day
Well you can cool it, You can heat it. Cause, baby, I don't need it...
Take your TV tube and eat it 'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all THOSE unconfirmed reports You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head began to hurt From checkin' out the way The newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so And further they assert That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up They say that if the place blows up
They'll be the first to tell Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell, And if anybody gets the news Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster Their coverage can't be beat
And if another woman driver Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie And you'll see it all complete
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' Hopin' for the best Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin' That there's no way to delay That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay That trouble comin' every day Hey you know something people I'm not black
But there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white
Well, I seen the fires burnin' And the local people turnin' On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white, And it's the same across the nation
Black & white discrimination They're yellin' "You can't understand me!"
And all the other crap they hand me In the papers and TV 'N all that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in Because the color of your skin Just don't appeal to him
Because he's out for blood tonight You know we gotta sit around at home
And watch this thing begin But I bet there won't be many left To see it really end
'Cause the fire in the street Ain't like the fire in my heart And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start On any street in any town In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight For some ideal he thinks is right And if a million more agree There ain't no great society As it applies to you and me Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see If all that you can ever be Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store You know that five in every four WON'T amount TO nothin' more THAN watch the rats go across the floor And make up songs about being poor
Blow your harmonica son!
a timeless rant against racial discrimination and the mindless commodification of news by American TV". Miles says Zappa wrote it while watching the 1965 Watts riots live on television, adding the riots lasted for six days and left 34 dead, more than a thousand wounded, and two hundred million dollars in damage. More than thirty thousand blacks took part in them, and there were around four thousand arrests. (songfacts.com)
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