Uploaded May 2009 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Track 1. 'The Ostrich'. From the album 'Rest In Peace'.
Written by John Kay
John Kay: guitars, harmonica, vocals.
Rushton Moreve: bass guitar, vocals.
Michael Monarch: guitars, backing vocals.
Goldy McJohn: hamond organ, piano, electric piano.
Jerry Edmonton: drums, percussion, vocals.
Gabriel Mekler: Producer
Bill Cooper: Engineer
Richard Podolor: Engineer
♪♫ We'll call you when you're six years old
And drag you to the factory
To train your brain for eighteen years
With promise of security
But then you're free
And forty years you waste to chase the dollar sign
So you may die in Florida
At the pleasant age of sixty nine
The water's getting hard to drink
We've mangled up the country side
The air will choke you when you breathe
We're all committing suicide
But it's alright
It's progress folks keep pushin' till your body rots
Will strip the earth of all it's green
And then divide her into parking lots
But there's nothing you and I can do
You and I are only two
What's right and wrong is hard to say
Forget about it for today
We'll stick our heads into the sand
Just pretend that all is grand
Then hope that everything turns out ok
[Break]
[Repeat chorus]
You're free to speak your mind my friend
As long as you agree with me
Don't criticize the father land
Or those who shape your destiny
'Cause if you do
You'll lose your job your mind and all the friends you knew
We'll send out all our boys in blue
They'll find a way to silence you
But there's nothing you and I can do
You and I are only two
What's right and wrong is hard to say
Forget about it for today
We'll stick our heads into the sand
Just pretend that all is grand
Then hope that everything turns out ok ♪♫
steppenwolf.com
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺
Track 1. 'The Ostrich'. From the album 'Rest In Peace'.
Written by John Kay
John Kay: guitars, harmonica, vocals.
Rushton Moreve: bass guitar, vocals.
Michael Monarch: guitars, backing vocals.
Goldy McJohn: hamond organ, piano, electric piano.
Jerry Edmonton: drums, percussion, vocals.
Gabriel Mekler: Producer
Bill Cooper: Engineer
Richard Podolor: Engineer
♪♫ We'll call you when you're six years old
And drag you to the factory
To train your brain for eighteen years
With promise of security
But then you're free
And forty years you waste to chase the dollar sign
So you may die in Florida
At the pleasant age of sixty nine
The water's getting hard to drink
We've mangled up the country side
The air will choke you when you breathe
We're all committing suicide
But it's alright
It's progress folks keep pushin' till your body rots
Will strip the earth of all it's green
And then divide her into parking lots
But there's nothing you and I can do
You and I are only two
What's right and wrong is hard to say
Forget about it for today
We'll stick our heads into the sand
Just pretend that all is grand
Then hope that everything turns out ok
[Break]
[Repeat chorus]
You're free to speak your mind my friend
As long as you agree with me
Don't criticize the father land
Or those who shape your destiny
'Cause if you do
You'll lose your job your mind and all the friends you knew
We'll send out all our boys in blue
They'll find a way to silence you
But there's nothing you and I can do
You and I are only two
What's right and wrong is hard to say
Forget about it for today
We'll stick our heads into the sand
Just pretend that all is grand
Then hope that everything turns out ok ♪♫
steppenwolf.com
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺

![Renegade - Steppenwolf
Track 5. Renegade. From the album Rest In Peace.
Written by Goldie McJohn, George Biondo and John Kay
George Biondo - Bass, Vocals (Background)
Larry Byrom - Guitar, Vocals (Background)
Goldy McJohn - Keyboards
John Kay - Guitar, Vocals, Guitar (Electric), Harmonica
Jerry Edmonton - Drums
Richard Podolar - Producer, Engineer
Bill Cooper - Engineer
♪♫ My birthplace would be hard to find
It changed so many times
Im not sure where it belongs
But they tell me the Baltic coast is full of amber
And the land was green
Before the tanks came
One day I learned just how it used to be
The devils curse brought the whole world to its knees
And it was Hey you, keep your head down
Dont you look around, please dont make a sound
If they should find you now
The Man will shoot you down
Its a mighty long way out of the darkness
To where the sun is free to shine
Oh! The truck came by to put us in the back
And left us where the railroad tracks cross the line
Then the border guide took us by the hand
And led us thru the hole into the promise land beyond
And I can hear him now
Whispering soft and low
When you get to the other side
Just run like hell
Hey you, keep your head down
Dont you look around, please dont make a sound
If they should find you now
The Man will shoot you down
[x2]
(Its cold / *called..............its cold* civil war) [?]
I thought I found a quiet place
Where I could learn how to catch my childhood dreams
But on my left and to my right they keep on shouting
While Im just stuck here in between
Lord! Im tried of running and I dont believe I can
I can hear them calling time and time again
And its Hey you, keep your head down
Dont you look around, please, dont make a sound
If they should find you now
The Man will shoot you down ♪♫
http://www.steppenwolf.com/
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ Renegade - Steppenwolf](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/osSmWn53UHc/mqdefault.jpg)
![INS Greencard A-19 191 500 - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy
Track 8. INS Greencard A-19 191 500. From the album Hypocrisy Is The Greatest Luxury.
Written by M. Pistel / M. Franti
Hiphoprisy is:
Michael Franti & Rono Tse
Musicians:
Michael Franti - Vocals
Rono Tse - Angle Grinder, Tire Rims, Chains, Break Drums, Electronic Springs, Sheet Metal & Steel Drums
Programming and Musical Arrangements by Mark Pistel & Michael Franti
Mixed by Jack Dangers, Mark Pistel
Engineered by Mark Spliffler Pistel, John Baker
Post production engineering by Jeff Mann
Note: This album is dedicated to Tahan K. Jones, the first African-American conscientious objector from the Iraqi slaughter, and to all others who refused to kill or be killed in the name of the New World Order, and to the infamy of those who did and were.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ INS Greencard A-19 191 500 - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ozvxSw1cHoM/mqdefault.jpg)
![Socio-Genetic Experiment - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy
Track 9. Socio-Genetic Experiment. From the album Hypocrisy Is The Greatest Luxury
Written by M. Franti
Hiphoprisy is: Michael Franti & Rono Tse
Musicians: Michael Franti - Vocals
Rono Tse - Angle Grinder, Tire Rims, Chains, Break Drums, Electronic Springs, Sheet Metal & Steel Drums
Charlie Hunter - Guitar
Programming and Musical Arrangements by Mark Pistel & Michael Franti
Mixed by Jack Dangers, Mark Pistel
Engineered by Mark Spliffler Pistel, John Baker
Post production engineering by Jeff Mann
♪♫ Sometimes I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
You see Im African Native American
Irish and German
I was adopted by parents who loved me
they were the same color
as the kids who called me nigger
on the walk home from school
I cried until I found out what it meant
then I got me some equipment
My fists, man
I was a hitman with no friends
But who the hell am I cursing those whose skin
is half my DNA
Why am I
and why shouldnt I
be ashamed of this fact
after all the feces they dumped on me
and my species
But sometimes I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
Those filthy mother...
Shut cho mouth
There I go again with those high and mighty speeches
when they are in fact part of my species
Or is it the other way around
Did I piss in their gene pool
If I did it wouldnt matter
they kept me in the deep end
cause the slightest dilution
in their solution
was perceived as pollution
But sometimes I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
But I am not solely race, nor environment, nor destiny
I am the human scientific process
over and over and over again
The dirt that I shovel to uncover the truth
often buries something else growing
acceptance of my own
weakness and my own intolerance
is seldom
But that is in fact my identity
Uncluttered by the maskings of consumer addiction
ethno-centricity
in the light of miscegenation
This fable of elements
which classify order species, subspecies
genus phyla
animal vegetable illegal chemical
socialist democrat republican
yuppy-buppy-guppy
proud racist
black white African Native American Irish and German
But sometimes I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
I feel like a socio-genetic experiment
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
a petri-dish communitys token of infection
And Im proud ♪♫
Note: This album is dedicated to Tahan K. Jones, the first African-American conscientious objector from the Iraqi slaughter, and to all others who refused to kill or be killed in the name of the New World Order, and to the infamy of those who did and were.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ ☺ Socio-Genetic Experiment - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/p8y1HFzNE-4/mqdefault.jpg)
![Fat Jack - Steppenwolf
Track 3. Fat Jack. From the album 7
Written by Larry Byrom, George Biondo
George Biondo - Bass, Lead Vocal
Larry Byrom - Guitar, Vocals
Goldy McJohn - Keyboards
John Kay - Guitar, Vocals, Guitar (Electric), Harmonica
Jerry Edmonton - Drums
Richard Podolar - Producer, Engineer
Bill Cooper - Engineer
♪♫ Rolly Poly Fat Man
Thunder down the hall
On your way to breakfast
You got to have it all
A plate of cold spaghetti
One day on the floor
Clean your chops and take time
To contemplate your stall
Every morning, pass by the mirror
Chuckle at your smiling face
So good to see you, youre looking good
Good to see you
Now youre on your way
Flag a cab to Getchell
Hey boy, Guvnah Way!
Hey mac, where you headed?
The Alberts on your right
Fat Jack where are you going?
I can see you walking down the road
Fat Jack where are you going?
I cant understand how you tote your own load
Rolly Poly Fat Man
Spin your swivel chair
Next time round youll catch up
In business war is fair
5 oclock is closing
Give yourself a raise
Didnt get no business
But you made my whole day
Every morning, pass by the mirror
Chuckle at your smiling face
So good to see you, yeah
Every morning, pass by the mirror
Strapped in a self embrace
So good to see you, youre looking good
Good to see you
Now youre on your way
Flag a cab to Getchell
Hey boy, Guvnah Way!
Hey Jack, Fat Jack where you goin?
[x6] ♪♫
http://www.steppenwolf.com/
The official Steppenwolf website. Fat Jack - Steppenwolf](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pWxkG0vbsz4/mqdefault.jpg)
![Im Bugged - XTC
Track 9. Im Bugged. From the album White Music.
Written by Andy Partridge.
Andy Partridge - guitar, vocals
Colin Moulding - bass, vocals
Barry Andrews - steam piano, clapped out organs
Terry Chambers - drums
Produced by John Leckie
♪♫ Im bugged you all look like insects
In your brand new sunspecs
Im bugged Im bugged
I drop a little note through my sympathetics door
I think Im going ga ga I just cant take anymore
At first I see em swarming from a dark and midnight nest
And when I see em fiddling well I think youve guessed the rest!
Im bugged you all look like insects
In your brand new sunspecs
Im bugged Im bugged
I wake up in a cold sweat and I run into the street
And just like in my nightmare they are jiggling at my feet
I take a dead mans lighter and I burn them to the floor
But where there was a dozen there are now a hundred more
Im bugged ♪♫
~ [ Many thanks to the copyright owners EMI for allowing this to be heard on YouTube ] ~ ☺ Im Bugged - XTC](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pd13LS3fF1M/mqdefault.jpg)


![I Cant Stand It 76 - James Brown
Track 7. (disc 2) I Cant Stand It 76 . From the compilation album Make It Funky - the big payback: 1971-1975.
Written by James Brown
Arranged & Produced by James Brown
James Brown: Vocals, Organ
Isiah Ike Oakley: Trumpet
Fred Wesley: Trombone
Maceo Parker, Jimmy Parker: Alto Saxophones
St. Clair Pinckney: Tenor Saxophone
Jimmy Chank Nolen, Hearlon Cheese Martin: Guitars
Charles Sherrell: Bass
John Morgen: Drums
Johnny Griggs: Percussion
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube....this time! ;-j ] ~ ☺ I Cant Stand It 76 - James Brown](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/qZ1vvTbaYQs/mqdefault.jpg)
![Dont Step On The Grass, Sam - Steppenwolf
Track 3. Dont Step On The Grass, Sam. From the album Rest In Peace.
Written by John Kay
John Kay - Lead Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica
Michael Monarch - Lead Guitar
Goldy McJohn - Organ, Piano
Rushton Moreve - Bass
Jerry Edmonton - Drums, Vocals
Gabriel Mekler - Producer
Bill Cooper - Engineer
Richard Podolor - Engineer
♪♫ Starin at the boob tube, turnin on the big knob
Tryin to find some life in the waste land
Finly found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
Ready for a trip into hate land
Obnoxious Joe comes on the screen
Along with his guest self-righteous Sam
And one more guy who doesnt count
His hair and clothes are too far out
While pushin back his glasses Sam is sayin casually
I was elected by the masses
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
A vicious attack on the finest of grasses
Well its evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Dont step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Dont be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(Youre so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up youve already lost the fight, alright)
Misinformation Sam and Joe
Are feeding to the nation
But the one who didnt count counted them out
By exposing all their false quotations
Faced by a very awkward situation
This is all hed say to save the day
Well its evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Dont step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Dont be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(Youre so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight alright)
You waste my coin Sam, all you can
To jail my fellow man
For smoking all the noble weed
You need much more than him
Youve been telling lies so long
Some believe theyre true
So they close their eyes to things
You have no right to do
Just as soon as you are gone
Hope will start to climb
Please dont stay around too long
Youre wasting precious time
Repeat Chorus ♪♫
http://www.steppenwolf.com/
The official Steppenwolf website.
~ [Many thanks to the copyright owners UMG for allowing this to be heard on YouTube] ~ Dont Step On The Grass, Sam - Steppenwolf](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/qhAVES6fFqc/mqdefault.jpg)
