Lyrics Steve Taylor

Steve Taylor

I Blew Up The Clinic Real Good

I have the road in my blood

I drive a custom van

I play the tunes

I'm the neighborhood ice cream man

so don't you mess this boy around

The other day, when the clinic had its local debut

some chicks were trying to picket

the doctor threatened to sue

Now I don't care if it's a baby or a tissue blob

but if we run out of youngsters

I'll be out of a job, and so I

I did my duty cleaning up the neighborhood

I blew up the clinic real good

Try and catch me, coppers

you stinking badges better think again

before you mess this boy around

I've hung in Saigon just to see the special effects

I've hung from gravity boots for my Napoleon complex

It's time to close

ooh...there she blows

history in the making

you picked the fight

I picked dynamite

I blew up the clinic real good

Preacher on a corner

calling it a crime

says, "The end don't justify the means anytime"

I stood up on my van

I yelled, "Excuse me, sir.

Ain't nothing wrong with this country

that a few plastic explosives won't cure."