Elmer will sing songs in the kitchen
While JoAnn of Arc lets it flies through the screen
And Bobby and Johnny and Joe will be talking
To Jackie and Ari of wonderful things
And we won't need a reference book when we play scrabble
We won't need to protect ourselves when we make love
And we'll all drive a car that won't shake and won't rattle
And God will be with us and not up above
Mother there'sa will strut down the catwalk
While Leonard DaVinci takes Polaroid shots
Tupac and Biggie watch reruns of Matlock
No pawn shop, no crack rock, no padlock, no plot
And the ghosts that are dusty and damp in the shadows
Will smile in the sun as they're finally free
And my grandma will softly sing songs of the burro
To a child that she loved, but she never did see