Letras
I went down to that St. James Infirmary
And I saw some plasma there
I upped and asked the doctor man
"Now was the donor dark or fair?"
The doctor laughed a great big laugh
And he puffed it right in my face
He says, "A molecule is a molecule, son
And the damn thing has no race"
And that was news, yes that was news
That was very, very, very special news
'Cause ever since that day we've had those free and equal blues
"You mean you heard that doc declare
A plasma test tube there could be
White man, black man, yellow man, red?"
Huh, that's just what that doctor said
So he put down his doctor book and gave me a very scientific look
And he spoke out plain and clear and rational
He says, "Metabolism's international"
And that was news, yes that was news
That was very, very, very special news
'Cause ever since that day we've had those free and equal blues
Then he rigged up his microscope with some royal blue blood
It was the same as
Chang, Kang, Que, Pashef, Chat, Nuka, Timbuktu blood
Those men who think they know the corpus is global
And dish unite the racist supremacy
Flying in the face of old man chemistry
And taking all the facts and trying to twist them
But you can't overthrow the circulatory system
And that was news, yes that was news
That was very, very, very special news
'Cause ever since that day we've had those free and equal blues
So I stayed at that St. James Infirmary
Hahahaha, I couldn't leave that place, it was too interesting
So I said to the doc, "Give me some more of that scientific talk-talk"
And he did
He says, "Melt yourself down into a crucible
You pour yourself out into a test tube and what have you got?
Thirty-five hundred cubic feet of gas
That's the same for the upper and lower class"
Well, I let that pass
"Carbon, twenty-two pounds, ten ounces"
"You mean that goes for princes, dukes and counts with amountses?"
"Carbon, twenty-two pounds, ten ounces
Iron, fifty-seven grains"
Not enough to keep a man in chains
"Fifty ounces of phosphorus whether you're poor or prosperous"
Hey buddy, can you spare a match?
"Sugar, sixty dollars an area, free and equal for all nations
Then you take twenty-two teaspoons of sodium chloride, that's salt
And you add thirty quarts of H2O, that's water
Mix two ounces of lime, a pinch of chloride of potash
A drop of magnesia, a bit of sulfur
And a soup of hydrochloric acid and you stir it all up
And what are you? You're a walking drug store
An international metabolistic cartel"
And that was news, yes that was news
So listen you African, Indian, Mexican, Mongolian, Tyrolean and Tartar
The doctor's right behind Atlantic Charter
The doc's behind the new brotherhood of man
As described at Gettysburg, Iwo Jima, at Bull Run, and at Guadalcanal
Every man, everywhere, is the same
When he's got his skin off
And that's the news, yes that's the news
That's the free and equal blues