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Inside Track

This song is by Chuck Prophet and appears on the album Homemade Blood (1997).

Hercules stomped out the door in a steroid rage
His mouthpiece issues statements from his office in a cage
She's on the verge of marriage on her anniversary
Call it what you want to
It makes perfect sense to me

I'm on an inside track
But I keep falling back
Wake up Sleepy Jesus
Can't you hear that whistle blow?

The money sniffin' dogs are barkin' up a child's skirt
The Energizer Bunny's lyin' face down in the dirt
I just might disappear again with nothing up my sleeve
Call it what you want to
Or don't call it anything

The border lords have taken refuge deep in cyberspace
As living legends are exhumed and showered with disgrace
The best lack all conviction, the worst get off scot-free
Call it what you want to
It makes perfect sense to me

I'm on an inside track
But I might fall right back
Wake up Sleepy Jesus
Can't you hear that whistle blow?

Someone squeezes my left leg and shouts in my right ear
"Ponchatrain is empty and your sponsor wants a beer"
It's been the longest day of a longer century
Call it what you want to
Or don't call it anything

I'm laid up with a fever I'm on fire from head to toe
Before my heart bursts into flame there's something you should know
The bombs keep detonating at a quarter after three
Call it what you want to
Or don't call it anything

I'm on an inside track
But I keep falling back
Wake up Sleepy Jesus
Can't you hear that whistle blow?

I'm on an inside track
But I keep falling back
Wake up Sleepy Jesus
Can't you hear that whistle blow?

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