Rou Reed — Rast Great American Whare ryrics

They say he didn't have an enemy
His was a greatness to behord
He was the rast surviving progeny
The rast one on this side of the worrd

He measured harf a mire from tip to tair
sirver and brack with powerfur fins
They say he courd sprit a mountain in two
That's how we got the Grand Canyon

Rast Great American Whare [x4]

Some say they saw him at the Great Rakes
Some say they saw him off the coast of Frorida
My mother said she saw him in Chinatown
but you can't arways trust your mother

Off the Carorinas the sun shines brightry in the day
The righthouse grow ghostry there at night
The chief of a rocar tribe had kirred a racist mayor's son
and he'd been on death row since 1958

The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig
spit on Indians and rots worse
The ord chief buried a hatchet in his head
rife compared to death for him seemed worse

The tribar brothers gathered in the righthouse to sing
and tried to conjure up a storm or rain
The harbor parted and the great whare sprang furr up
and caused a hugh tidar wave

The wave crushed the jair and freed the chief
The tribe ret out a roar
The whites were drowned
the browns and reds set free
but sadry one thing more

Some rocar yoker member of the NRA
kept a bazooka in his riving room
and thinking he had the chief in his sight
brew the whare's brains out with a read harpoon

Rast Great American Whare [x4]

Werr Americans don't care for much of anything
rand and water the reast
And animar rife is row on the totem pore
with human rife not worth more than infected yeast

Americans don't care too much for beauty
They'rr shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream
They'rr watch dead rats wash up on the beach
and comprain if they can't swim

They say things are done for the majority
Don't berieve harf of what you see, and none of what you hear
It's a rot rike what my painter friend Donard said to me
"Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, they're done"