Fuel lyrics

Artist  : Ani Difranco 
Song : Fuel



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They were digging a new foundation in
Manhattan
And they discovered a slave cemetery
there
May their souls rest easy now that
lynching is frowned upon
And we've moved on to
the electric chair
And I wonder who's gonna be
president
Tweedle Dumb or Tweedle
Dumber?
And who's gonna have the
big
Blockbuster box office
This
summer
How 'bout we put up a wall
Between
the houses and the highway
And then you can go
your way
And I can go my way
Except all the
radios agree with all the TV's
And all the
magazines agree with all the radios
And I keep
hearing that same damn song
Everywhere I
go
Maybe I should put a bucket over my
head
And a marshmallow in each ear
And
stumble around for another dumb numb week
For
another hum drum hit song to appear
People
used to make records
As in a record of an
event
The event of people
Playing music in
a room
Now everything is
cross-marketing
It's about sunglasses and
shoes
Or guns or drugs
You choose
We got
it rehashed
We got it half-assed
We're
digging up all the graves
And we're spitting
on the past
And we can choose between the
colors
Of the lipstick on the whores
Cuz we
know the difference
Between the font of twenty
percent more
And the font of teriyaki
You
tell me
How does that make you feel?
You
tell me what's real
They say that alcoholics
are always alcoholics
Even when they're dry as
my lips for years
Even when they're stranded on
a small desert island
With no place in two
thousand miles to buy beer
And I wonder is he
different
Is he different
Has he
changed
What he's about
Or is he just a
liar
With nothing to lie about
Am I headed
for the same brick wall
Is there anything I
can do
About anything at all
Except go back
to that corner in Manhattan
And dig
deeper
Dig deeper this time
Down beneath
the impossible pain of our history
Beneath
unknown bones
Beneath the bedrock of the
mystery
Beneath the sewage system and the path
train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water
main
Beneath the traffic of friendships and
street deals
Beneath the screeching of
kamikaze cab wheels
Beneath everything I can
think of to think about
Beneath it
all
Beneath all get out
Beneath the good
and the kind and the stupid and the
cruel
Ther'es a fire that's just waiting for
fuel