Stripes (Produced by Blockhead & El-P with James of Yo La Tengo)

Cage] 
Beer cans and cigarette butts cover the floor day 
Half gone, he sleeps scared pregnant teen in the doorway 
Watching him sleep clutchin' her belly, little feet kick 
to send the teen back to the toilet, spent her last week sick 
when little Billy feed her ground up Jesus powder 
would've beat her louder if it would've pushed the fetus out of her 
Father in the making, crooked M.P. forsaken 
The military cop that sells to bring his cake in 
She shaking, praying her labor kicks in before 
The doors kicked in for them brown bricks on the floor 
I mean, she could tell you exactly how the gutter taste 
Father to her kid in custody right when her water breaks 
Snitched on his compadres for a few more runs 
And the irony in giving a stuffed rat to his newborn son 
Dishonorably discharged, no jail time in court 
Told to pack his family up and go the [bad word] back to New York 
[Chorus]  [bad word] Bill Murray, not the actor, the deadbeat dad the smacked 
then left her with rats after he snapped her 
The [bad word] inventor that bent her backwards in winter 
with her back against the wall, she can hear death singing in her 
With her back against the wall, she still head death singing in her 
[Cage] 
She's scared to leave him, convinced somehow she really needs him 
Back in New York her prison of pain and Billy's freedom 
Holdin' her baby, he'd say crazy [bad word] to break her 
When she fell asleep, he'd escape her wits end and wouldn't wake her 
He'd sneak out the wallo in it role model to [bad word] 
That put his Christian scientist father in debt 
Gave him his first stroke, he refused his medication 
'Cause it went against his religion, he'd rather his lord take him 
Through stroke number two and start withering his flesh 
Then lay the emaciated world ware two veteran to rest 
Left his family debt turmoil and wreckage 
And his grandson to scatter his ash over the U.S. Intrepid 
Then little Billy plummets to his knees, still numb from it 
Held his kid by the arm with a shotgun to his stomach 
When threats to destroy what he created get tucked away 
when he looks in his son's face to see he might grow up to say 
[Chorus] 
[Cage] 
Needle through the skin again, inject the rust and cinnamon 
Pull off the tourniquet, load up the shotgun and sentence him 
He knows that there's a bed in hell waitin for him 
But he aint been sane since he started huffin chloroform 
WIth his [bad word] decorum, he lets off shots the neighbors say shooters 
Into the phone to Middletown police and state troopers 
While every family member on th premises runs from death 
Greeted by dozens of officers with guns and vests 
His suicide by cop sweater on get low 
Is told to the crowd watching him shoot thru the window 
His son clutched in his mother's arms, unaware it's the end 
They bring him out in handcuffs but never to be seen again 
[Chorus]