Between the greenhouse gases and earth spinnin’ off its axis
Got mother nature doin’ back flips
The natural disasters, it’s like 80 degrees in Alaska
You in trouble if you not an Onassis
It ain’t hard to tell that the conditions is drastic
Just turn on the telly, check for the news flashin’
How you want it bagged, paper or plastic?
Lost in translation, or just lost in traffic?
Yo I don’t wanna floss, I done lost my passion
And I ain’t trying to climb, yo I lost my traction
They makin’ me break, my contents under pressure
Do not shake, I’m workin’ while the boss relaxin’
Here come mister taxman, he leavin’ a fraction, give me back some
Matter fact, next pay check it’s like that son
I’ll fuck around and have to hurt a few men
They’ll probably chalk it up as a disturbing new trend
Black Thought, “Rising Down”
Daylight is an ugly time of day. So many people are awake, and if I go outside, I know what they’re all thinking. They are mainly doing bad things. White-collar criminals fucking up the world. Phooey on them.
Nighttime is better. It’s not just that it’s quieter, but I can feel the absence of daytime bullshit. People have stopped scurrying. (I don’t mind them scurrying when I’m asleep during the day — I’ll find out what they were up to when I wake up and watch the six o’clock news.)
Frank Zappa, The Real Frank Zappa Book. All emphasis in the original.