笨小笨Banned Books (Explicit)歌词由Weaklung演唱，出自专辑《We Bring About Our Own Demise (Explicit)》，下面是《Banned Books (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Banned Books (Explicit)歌词完整版
I am the hunter, an orange haze burning at 45
I’m not the metric system
I’m the enforcer, the ironclad father of Liberty’s daughter
I’m the immigrant: white-skinned and pathetic, wide-eyed and prophetic (we bring about our own demise)
I am the driver of a forty-ton truck and I don’t give a forget about California, I’ve been making a career at the end of the frontier copy-editing executive lies
I take my coffee black, I’ll take my country back, I shower every day, pin my hopes on the soapbox, eyes on the doomsday clock, body parts abandoned in a box on a new jersey dock, waiting for the boots when they fall on a Sunday: listen for the knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock
Jury’s in the jury box, foreman is a former cop, preaching like a wheatpaste anarchist casting out a demon with a shout
Can you hear those ringing bells, tolling out across the old country?
Well listen closer, can’t you hear? The bells, they never tolled for me
America, you’ve got me hooked
You can turn me on with just one look
America, it’s what you took
When the banned books became burned books
America, you’ve got me near
When you sing like that into my ear
America, we are all fucked
Now the banned books become burned books
