Garlic makes my feet stink, yeah!
I got a line from a good friend
You call him weird, I call him soul
He told me what has been going on
Things are getting tough and we gotta go.
The time has come to get serious `bout
The face of all that we see
I told him this.. I said `Hey soul!
Start listening to me!` I told him,
`Dog... you... smell like fish...`
Garlic makes my feet stink.
He got my point, we had a good laugh
We laughed until my belly hurt
I`m not the savior, and I will never be
But that don`t change my worth
He started moving, he started circling
I heard him whisper in my face
`One on one,` he said, `That is the only way,
You and I will change this place.` He told me,
`Dog... you... smell like fish.`
Garlic makes my feet stink.
(a little bass... a little drums... a little percussion...)
Horns!! (a bunch o` times)
My favorite color may be brown,
My favorite color may be black,
My favorite color may have nothing to do with it
I think the problem`s exorcised,
I think the problem`s compromised,
He showed me all that`s wrong with me...
Our parents made some big mistakes,
Our parents really screwed this place,
And now the cleaning`s left to us.
We are the ones who have to scrape,
We are the ones who have to make...
A change for the better...!