Artista: Crime In Stereo
  Canción: New Harlem Shuffle

It's not the end
Forget what I said 
That fucking letter says
I'm not going over
I'm not crossing oceans for them

It's not defense 
And I wont let the business of making new soldiers 
Roll over our making promises
We'll tell them 

That I was only joking 
When I said all those things 
I swore I meant at the time
Either joking or lying

So better the stateside 
Than brave the great desert divide
The whole ride over I was growing wings 
And better the road stretched ahead 
Than the cheap threat of me stretched out dead
What's to think over?
Just grab your fucking things

They'll be no statewide searches 
For some AWOL stateside kid like me
I swear it'll just be a few weeks 
Of hotel rooms and diner food
Or face the new american exchange 
Of one rifle for every wife I'll lose

Listen, I've been thinking 
That we'll take all we've got 
And I can dodge the draft 
And you can quit your job
And we'll make these fuckers catch me if they want me
They'll find me a fighter after all

So better the stateside 
Than brave the great desert divide
Sound the sirens for a long drive 
Better the days in for weeks 
Than the days away in the desert streets
So sound the psalms of retreat