Don’t Narc - Intellectual

[Intro]

I don’t tell no lies, but then again I barely speak

So am I really truthful if the truth is never peeped?

Honestly, I’m doing better than most any others

Cause while they try to run and hide, I keep it locked in cypher

So am I really speaking truth? Do I keep it real in booth?

You don’t know, the windows formed by bars blacked out with soot

If facade is stripped away, or if the curtains ripped apart

I’ll ask you just once: don’t narc!

[Verse 1]

When I was a widdle toddie

Daddy caught me speaking falsely

Brother had a track of trains

He’d been lining them up all day

But when he went off to eat lunch

I knocked the trains down with one punch

But then I saw my fatal flaw

My buttocks was gonna be flogged

Father found me hiding underneath our bunked beds

“Tell me who destroyed your brother’s trains” is all he said

Barney, Elmo, Caillou, they had all said tell the truth

So I did what any child would and lied straight through my tooth

My dad just stared at me and said “I’ll give you one more chance

To tell a different story or get belted through the pants”

Giving in to pressure, I admitted it was me

And waited, staring at his feet, for Dad to finally speak

At last he said, “I’m glad you told the truth while under fire

But you’re still getting a beating cause I didn’t raise no liar”

What’s the moral of the story?

Contemplated rather sorely

Lying’s pretty bad if someone goes and calls your bluff

But truthing’s also tricky if you own up to bad stuff

So to even out the risks, just keep your gaping yapper shut

[Chorus]

Don’t narc

Don’t narc narc narc

Don’t narc

Don’t narc narc narc

Don’t narc

Don’t narc narc narc

Don’t narc

Don’t narc, don’t narc, don’t

[Verse 2]

It’s hard to not appreciate

The art of lying, oh it’s great

Your morals just capitulate

And open up those slimy gates

Yet someone always has to ruin

Plans that have been long-time brewing

Cause they want to boast or brag

Or superego starts to spaz

Just look at Tricky Dick the Great

Who got caught up in Watergate

And all because these two reporters

Wanted larger dinner plates

Nixon never went to ‘Nam, but once his plans all hit the fan

HIs inner circle got kalashnikoved “bam bam bam!”

Speaking of a weapons reference

Who could bare to see poor Reagan

Nation’s favorite, highest grampy

Get the “liar, liar” stampy

He wanted to save those guys

Who cares if it was televised

Him looking in the public eye

And telling just a tiny lie

An itty, bitty, baby fib

Of where some money had been hid

Besides, Contras were on our side

Despite the breach of human rights

Ted was faced with Mary’s death

Bill could barely keep his head

Can’t expect the common man to keep track of all that he says

Even if he trips and turns

And tangles up his web of words

Our faith in human decency

Gives golden turds their buoyancy

Plus all snitches get their stitches

So if conscience gets some itches

Plead the fifth, don’t even start

To testify, yes please

[Chorus]

Don’t narc

Don’t narc narc narc

Don’t narc

Don’t narc narc narc

Don’t narc

Don’t narc narc narc

Don’t narc

Don’t narc, don’t narc, don’t

[Outro]

I had no sexual relations with that woman