I Expect This Sort of Thing from You Now

I've got a match and a stick of dynamite
And I'm not afraid to set it off
I see you crawling, just like a snail
But you look like you've seen the Holy Grail

(The Voice of God)
IN THE GREAT POP MUSIC TRADITION
THAT KEEPS YOU ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT
YOU PUT YOUR HEART RIGHT THERE ON YOUR SLEEVE
AND STICK IT TO A DISCO BEAT

I've tried this trick many times before
And it seems disingenuous to me
But it seems like you've got the heart of a mammoth
Well, what does that say about me?

I expect this sort of thing from you now

I can't help but notice just how dull your life must be
Is your idea of excitement a square wave tone?
Or going 31 in a 30-mile zone?

I expect this sort of thing from you now

Get on the floor and crawl to the door
Like a rattlesnake or a mountain boar
Walking on all fours, you're gonna end up dead
Just like that Meemoo with a gun to her head
White punks on dope or pot or smack
Compensating for the fact that we'll never be black
I could rhyme all day, but it's only thievery
A big ol' cog in pop music machinery

Funk in a can, everything's a bore
Buying discount beats from the dollar store
Was a quarter short for some lyrical flow
Found it in the sewer where the middle eights go

I haven't got two dimes to rub together
Gotta hand it to ya, pal, you seem to have it down
Down on the hardwood, crawling like a snail
Looking for another droplet from the Holy Grail

(The Voice of God reprising his role as The Voice of God)
IN THE GREAT POP MUSIC TRADITION
THAT ALL PERFORMING ARTISTS SEEK
YOU'LL SIT AT THE TOP OF THE CHARTS FOR AN HOUR
GO DOWN TO 41 BY THE END OF THE WEEK

I expect this sort of thing from you now, etc