Mojo Nixon Burn Down The Malls lyrics

Burn down the malls
Burn down the malls
Burn down the shoppin' malls

I said burn down the malls
Said burn down the shoppin' malls
Burna, burna, burna, burna, down shoppin' malls

Hey, you ever get the feelin'
That America is turning into some kinda sit-com?
Lowest common denominator
Shopping mall marketing strategy from hell

You ever get that feeling
Well, I got that feeling right now
And it's kinda getting under my skin
Yeah, so get some gas-o-line and

Burn down the malls, say it
Burn down the malls louder
Burn down the malls

You know it just started out as a kind of corner store
Then it turned into a shopping center
Oh, I remember the shoppin' center openings man
They used to have those big lights shinin' up
But now

Now, where do the old folks go?
Where do the young kids go?
What's America, what's America turning into?
Mondo-condo-shopping-mall-hell
I say

Burn down the malls
Burn down the malls
Burn down the malls

Nero had the right idea, fiddle while you burn
Now another thing is kinda gettin' on my nerves
Another thing that's kinda gettin' on my nerves is this
National 21 drinking age

Huh, what do ya think about that?
A bunch of malarkey, whatever malarkey is man
It's a whole bunch of it

You know if Reagan finally gets the war he''s lookin' for

You think he's gonna be draftin' 21 year olds?
No man they're gonna be draftin' 18 and 19 year olds
But ya can't buy beer

You can get married and screw yourself up real good
But ya can't buy beer
Ya can charge 8 million dollars on the master charge
But ya can't buy beer

You can vote for one fool or another
But ya can't buy beer
'Cause this is America
America that's run by the lowest common denominator
The money

How many units did ya move Mojo?
How many things of apple juice did ya sell?
C'mon suckers, c'mon feel it

Burn down the malls
Burn down the malls
Burn down the malls

Alright all you weirdo's out there
All you moralistic twisted evil little icepickers
You say, "We wanna censor rock and roll"
We wanna decide what you read
What you watch, what you listen to
Ooo, ooo, ooo, Mr. Falwell, oooh, Miss Tipper Gore

Wait till I got you on the floor
We gonna tie you up inside of a shopping mall
Then we're gonna, then we're gonna
We're gonna have a war on drugs
A war on drugs

We outta have a war on war you suckers
We outta have a war
On this senseless condominium
New car hell

Burn down the malls
Burn down the malls
Burn down the malls