I was sittin' home on the west end   Watchin' cable tv with a female friend   We were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess   The poor and the hungry, a world in distress   Herpes, aids, the middle east at full throttle   Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle   And while you're at it, check what's in the batter   Make sure that candy's in the original wrapper      Hey, pitcher, better check that batter   Make sure that candy's in the original wrapper      Reagan says abortion's murder   While he's looking at cardinal o'connor   Look at jerry falwell louis farrakhan   Both talk religion and the brotherhood of man   They both sound like they belong in teheran   Watch out, they're goin' full throttle   Better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffle   And while you're at it better check, what's in the batter   Make sure that candy's in the original wrapper      Hey, pitcher, better check that batter   Make sure that candy's in the original wrapper      White against white, black against jew   It seems like it's 1942   The baby sits in front of mtv   Watching violent fantasies   While dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport   Only to find his heroes are all coked up   Classic, original, the same old story   The politics of hate in a new surrounding   Hate if it's good and hate if it's bad   And if this all don't make you mad   I'll keep yours and I'll keep mine   Nothing sacred and nothing divine   Father, bless me, we're at full throttle   Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle   And while you're at it better check that batter   Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper      Hey, pitcher, better check that batter   Make sure that candy's in the original wrapper, hey, hey      I was born in the united states   And I grew up hard but I grew up straight   I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern   A feeling that there's nowhere to turn   Yippies, hippies and upwardly mobile yuppies   Don't treat me like I'm some dumb lackey   'cause the murderer lives while the victims die   I'd much rather see it an eye for an eye   A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain   And if this all makes you feel a little insane   Kick up your heels, turn the music up loud   Pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say, -   - "don't mean to come on sanctimonious   But life's got me nervous and little pugnacious   Lugubrious so I give a salutation   And rock on out to beat really stupid   Ohh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do   Hip hop gonna bop till I drop."   Watch out world, comin' at you full throttle   Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle   And while you're at it better check that batter   Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper      Hey, hey, pitcher, better check that batter   Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper   Hey, pitcher, better check that batter   Make sure the candy's in the original wrapper, hey, hey, hey