they blow it to kingdom come
Riderless horses, Noam Chomsky's Camelot
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out
A series of images against you
then I read some Howard Zinn now I'm always depressed
And now I can't sleep from years of apathy, all because I read a little Noam Chomsky
Is that Noam Chomsky on the telephone?
My show is a little bit silly and a little bit pretentious
Like Shakespeare's willy or Noam Chomsky wearing a strap on,
It's also a little bit gay
syntactic structure like Noam Chomsky
A student so overzealous I motivate my trainers
Id rather get some now then get some later
Take a break from writin
Stonehenge - rock, rock on
My man Art Bell - where you at?
My man William Cooper - where ya at?
My man Noam Chomsky - where ya at?
Illuminati - where ya at?