Nellie McKay Identity Theft Lyrics

Obligatory Villagers Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Mother of Pearl
  • 2 Oversure
  • 3 Gin Rummy
  • 4 Livin'
  • 5 Identity Theft
  • 6 Galleon
  • 7 Politan
  • 8 Testify
  • 9 Zombie
  • Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity
    Runnin' from the Thought Police, fightin' with the go-betweens
    Hold up, let me steal a breath
    'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft

    (You need an education)
    I don't see why I got to
    (You need a good degree)
    As to assimilate

    So little time, so much to be bored by
    If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb
    They don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
    Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to obey

    No child is free, oh, why, it's queasy to see
    Is that an elementary or a penitentary

    Huh, geez, get off my back
    Beat it, take it to town, man
    Idiots go to college to get dumbed down

    Ooh, it leaves you bereft
    Ooh, identity theft
    I may be wrong, I don't know why
    I may be wrong, but I'll try

    Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny manatee
    Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' with the death machine
    Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
    And we're dealin' with identity theft

    (You need a publication)
    I don't see why I got to
    (You need a press release)
    As to assimilate

    Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
    Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away from me
    How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality
    You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty

    Oh, you guess you got an edge
    Hiding your hedge from the feds
    Puttin' down the little veg
    (Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)

    I'm finished, done, and had it
    And while you fucks are at it
    As far as I'm concerned, Pluto's still a planet

    Ooh, you die a quick death
    Ooh, identity theft
    I may be wrong, I don't know why
    I may be wrong, but I'll try

    Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage
    Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger
    Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess
    'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft

    (You need an occupation)
    I don't see why I got to
    (You need a boss to please)
    Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late

    Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack
    Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of all
    (Where'd you get that vegan dress, a flea market)
    Oops, I forgot, you design for Target
    Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with nuns

    But I punched a man on Broadway just to watch him cry
    Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I can't think why

    Bent unhinged and singed
    I cringe to watch the main event
    But in the end, there's no success like revenge

    Ooh, it leaves you bereft
    Ooh, identity theft
    I may be wrong, I don't know why
    I may be wrong, but I'll try

    Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me
    If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin'
    Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
    And we're dealin' with identity theft

    Because I'm tired of being sweet and nice
    Fuck you once and fuck you twice
    Show your passport, get that stamp
    Funny like a nazi camp
    Hold 'em up, hell yeah, I'll confess
    'Cause we're dealin with identity theft Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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