I Call Your Bluff Lyrics & Chords By Improv
I think we’re threw
We’ve had enough
Time to come true
I call your bluff
I dedicate this first lick ta jack in a box
Silver bells on his neck with and nails in his socks
Set ta pop your attention at the turn of a cog
Then gets stuffed in his cage when he’s done with his job see
All the same another day another dollar
Ask yourself are you any different up in that blue collar
Workin’ for a dream you may never call your partner
For a little cream just enough ta feed your daughter
Well true we all participate in what we think we don’t
Destroyin’ countries as we cast another honored vote
Destroyin’ cultures as buy another suite coat
Destroyin’ lives as we guzzle down this petrol
But Jack’s job’s different he’s the captain of the team
The grown up role model for band new teens
In fistfuls of millions each a smidget of green
Let’s see how he reacts to this delicate seen
Bring the bitches in line em up nothin’ but thongs
Make em dance to the words that call em hos in my song
Show all the shorties the shorties that I got on my arm
Show em I got em wit cash not my wit or my charm
Jet to Hollywood rent the mansion pop the Crystal
Drop the top on that drop top and roll it in style
Hold the latest cell phone find Jacob and hit dial
Then fold jack up and throw him back in the pile
Chorus
Where am I? AMERICA the land of freedom and dirt
Yeah the country where the frat boys wear a gun on their shirt
A place where the lost are dead and the evil respected
Pimps and crooks protected while the sick are neglected
The home where laughter's shared on the backs of dead kids
Where ignorance is homebred and we shovel bullshit
Down our throats the same as the killer-prescripted meds
Where half the population's still scared of the reds
Or should I say the browns the colors change but motifs don't
Just ask George Tenet yo as he sad behind the notes and choked
Cheney and his bad aim bout ta leave a Libby leakin’
Like a body in East Timor shame no INK leaked on that one
Gonzalez draws a picture of just how broke it is
And yet you rest your head without takin’ no sedative?
More robotic than HAL beggin’ for 2012
When the time is now you fail ta throw a towel ta those that drown what the fuck?
Your entire cabinet is fowl got the stench of blood money
While our sons and daughters fall you smirk like it's funny
Jesus! ... You also used ta pimp ta gain votes
A plan designed by the atheist architect Mr. Rove woah
This shit’s a joke that's how it looks from where I sit
You look like you dodged shit you look like yous a bitch
You look like you used ta sniff rocks and now launch rockets?
Pack them bags and get the fuck outta my office
Chorus
