If you've ever sipped Guinness through a cigarette filter,
or unwittingly tailored your style
after the war footing of your nation's leaders,
or wore fatigues in a civilian's way,
or fit a Humvee
through the narrower streets downtown, seeking parking
on a Friday night,
getting lodged in the metal wake,
then that's you.
Then that's you.
Then that's you.
But if you can dance like I do,
if you can dance like I do,
with no grid or Arthur-something numbered footprints,
if you can walk right out, the bike gate of the MacArthur BART
like parting leaves to make a path
and don't look back, or feel bad
or speed up when they call after you,
speed up when they call after you,
speed up when they come after you,
then we (then we)
in the nose bleeds (in the nose bleeds)
at the freaking circus. (at the freaking circus)
Then we (then we)
in the nose bleeds... (in the nose bleeds)
If you've ever sipped Guinness through a cigarette filter
or wore fatigues in a civilian's way
if you've got a chain around your license plate
or cosmetic gold teeth,
I don't know you.
I don't know you.
If you wear
first hand clothes
and get your hair cut by somebody you don't know,
I'm below you.
I'm below you.