Rioting

They're rioting in my front yard They're sending in the national guard People looting, people shouting, baby I ain't just tooting my horn They're rioting in my front yard

They're grabbing all the beer & diapers Hey don't forget the windshield wipers Fifty pairs who cares Man we'll sell them at the fair Yeah they're rioting in my front yard

They're burning Manny Moe & Jack The pep boys got a broken back They're stealing clothes & breaking toes Hey did you see that broken nose And man they're rioting in my front yard

The news you can't miss no It looks like a hit show The choppers are taking to the air The walls are coming down And yeah, they're burning up this town At least the ratings will be up this year (Burn, baby burn!)

Now Rodney King might not be a saint But what they did to him would make you faint We hear the whip we hear the crack Just because his skin was black And now they're rioting in my front yard

Half these people haven't got a clue They're stealing clothes & saying "Rodney who?" They've got it all wrong It seems we'll never get along And now they're rioting in my front yard

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© Steve Poltz