Lyrics to deal with the devil BY lizzy borden

	make home / tell a friend / lyrics to

	Please clean your plate dear The Lord above can see you Don't you know people are starving in Korea Alcohol and razor blades and poison and needles Kindergarten people, they use them, they need them The over-indulgent machines were their children There wasn't a way down on Earth here to cool them 'Cause they looked just like humans At Kresge's and Woolworth's But decadent brains were at work to destroy Brats in batallions were ruling the streets Saying generation landslide Closed the gap between them And I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies Militant mothers hiding in their basements Using pots and pans as thier shields and their helmets Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high chairs While Mother's Lib burned birth certificate papers Dad gets his allowance from his sonny the dealer Who's pubic to the world but involved in high finance Sister's out till five doing banker's son's hours But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from his father Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em But I laughed to myself at the men and the ladies Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies

lyrics to deal with the devil