Nikka Costa - Nylons In A Rip lyrics

Cats got your tongue The jungle's won Enemy lines trippin' your mama's son But you say You're keepin' us safe In the hands Of a god fearin' man We turn our backs he shakes the devils hand I believe We been deceived Now you got my nylons in a rip Runnin round tryin to make sense of it Trying to grow flowers in your bullsh** You'd put out the sun if you got hold of it Oh say can you see The dawn of catastrophe So many tears people drown in the streets Whatcha doin' 'Bout New Orleans Pennies keep droppin But nobody's stopping You'll wash your hands and we'll be stuck with the problem Sell the fear Then disappear