Artist: GDP Album: Useless Eaters Song: Little Boxes Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [GDP] There was a lawyer named Jones, born to find loopholes for brands like Nabisco to legalize fructose Before he'd go to sleep at night he'd count his money Amazing {?} in his 20's (in the eighties) Had a condo in Manhattan, a beachfront in Nantucket A high rise in Miami and a wife with a bun in the oven Plush society served by Guinan She got a stomach virus and they buried 'em five deep And Terine is nailed to the TV Her lifestyle contradicts her religious beliefs She would talk about the box as menopause Healthy as an ox, many mental scars One day on her way home from mass Her high heels slipped off the gas Flipped her Grand Am, head smashed half through the windshield They buried her with four other strangers in Peteskill [Chorus] A lawyer, and a copper and a doctor in the same casket A junkie, and a baby and a hussie in the same casket A rapper, and an athlete and a pastor in the same casket A crossdresser, an executive professor in the same casket [GDP] Sleepy Sky got tattoos of tiny dots from the wrong side of trackmark he's on His girl noticed when some money went missin Most his friends did this shit with him Caught Hep C in Virginia, swappin syringes Spikes the linen when he heard a knock at the window All of a sudden then the doorknob busted Feds storm in, fuckin like they always dusted They turned Scott mop to a pond Left him leakin in a bathtub to rot A chip for every arm, half the future A bag on a boxcar headed for Chattanooga Half a gram Pam scored well on exams Brown hair, blue eyes, full ride to Yale By spring semester she couldn't take the pressure She flunked her electives so she fucked her professor And after he came in her she made him dinner Lemon chicken and chocolate mousse cake for dizzert Pam dropped out when her seed popped out And now her baby daddy's leavin for Moscow Pam panicked, blew a bag of 'gnac then Drove to her man's house frantic and stabbed him Put the little bastard in her Jansport backpack Climbed up to Cupid and just splashed into traffic [Chorus] A junkie, and a baby and a hussie in the same casket A crossdresser, an executive professor in the same casket A Jehovah, a baby and a soldier in the same casket A baker, and a painter and a faker in the same casket [GDP] We're all the same turning grey in the grave And they'll bury us together you should save a little space A Mormon, and a Muslim and a warden in the same casket A chiropractor, a gyno and an actor in the same casket An ex, and a baby and a vet in the same casket With the masses... food for maggots Food for thought, lunch for maggots {*2X*} Food for thought... you bastards