Fatt Happy Tony - Moby s**s lyrics

[Verse 1: Fatt Happy Tony] A man's walking to the store Staring at his laces Couldn't see hope anymore Wouldn't look towards strangers faces Tongue runs across teeth that cigarettes had left tasteless Hadn't slept in weeks, at the motel working late shift He's faceless, smooth skin as if a mask were worn Somebody must've burned the body when this poor ba*tard was born But now it's four in the morn' side step as a car shrieks horn Standing forlorn on the corner, holding a lotto ticket that's torn Arriving home where some love will surely be shown Thirst increasing, finding his soul as the lone stranger In this cold enclosed world of hidden dangers Where the beggars are choosers And the workers are losers The only people that can touch justice abuse her When she calls out the cloth and the cross they accuse her While they fuse their schemes into our children's dreams And we're like, ‘God bless America' So he steps out, the wind chill pierces skin Sweat sock soaked, stepped in liquid courage he spilt at day's begin Best he hoped was to go get drunk and meet a friend Lest he choked back tears, and forced lips in an upward bend Arrived at the store, kept his eyes to the floor He didn't need direction to this aisle no more Found a good alcohol sale where none was apparent And said, ‘God Bless America' [Verse 2: Fatt Happy Tony] Boy says Mommy look, it's a homeless man With eyes like the night and skin that's colored like sand Mommy says, shield your eyes we don't know this man Boy replies, but mommy I don't understand Why we gotta be strangers in this open land Or what dangers appear by acknowledging him Look, it just doesn't fit the plan See he's got another lit cigarette in his hand To allow this self disrespect I'll be damned If my little boy grows up to copy his stance Just because my jacket is ragged And expressions are always far from ecstatic Doesn't mean that I can't hear your comments in pa**ing Or that I don't feel pain as the source of your laughter Depressed yes, but I'm the best actor That's how I got them calling me a fatt happy ba*tard With every track, getting better than the last one So don't you try to pa** me, cause you don't have the pa**ion How to serve man, you know I got the recipe To decimate these motherf**ers thinking they're ahead of me Instead of repeating every word that's in my registry And begging for a lesson, question your authority There's more to me than what's written in a pedigree I better me, always try to keep my mind developing Never wrap it up in f**ing cellophane Packing it away Like these dudes planning to use it on a future day Then waste away and throw it out after the expiration date Sealing their fate As a pawn, in the game I'm ashamed To say that once I was the same And wouldn't be surprised if I'm a victim of deceit again …I hope that Jack can lift me to my feet again