The Arcade Fire: Dear slim

Dear Slim,My favorite icon put the bong and the knife downI'm sick of the songs about strapping your mom and your ex-wife downTo a nuclear bomb and dropping them on SaddamKilling all the muses you use in almost all of your songsExcept those songs about Slim the Hip-Hoppian GodThey make it seem you don't respect rappers like Biggie and PacWho if it weren't for them you be out of a jobOr flipping burgers with Ronald McDonald and not leading your mobBut the Blob's offensive, run and jumping the fencesAnd burying politicians in pop culture trenchesDude, have some humility, oops responsibility, oops accountability, oops I said humilityYour face has covered worse magazinesthan the artists and politicians you've mocked on every CD releaseOoh, how cool; you've proved you lack tact in your songsIn fact, you've grown up to act just like your momIf y'all represent the truth and America's youthAct like a leader we could actually useYou're a celebrity now, oh no, look what you didYou're America's role model but deny that you're itCome on, come on, let's stand together as oneI ain't yelling about selling my soul, going to hell and back for platinumOr gold to show the world is a gullible globeAlthough, I can't respect the coalition of politicians signing petitionsFearing Eminem's mission to bitchWhen it's his right to taunt if he wants to fightEven if you're frightened of what he might want to writeYou're sworn to defend men, who offend menJust because you believe in the first amendmentEven if it's illogical angst and vengeanceSo defend your senses, but cleanse your dirty lensesThe law's written to both conservatives and leftistsIt says Vanilla Ice Preservatives can be sexistIf y'all represent the truth and America's youthAct like the leaders we could actually useYou're politicians now, oh no, look what you didYou're America's role models but deny art from our kidsCome on, come on, let's stand together as oneCensoring, the denial of actual words or factual things declared obsceneBut molesting archdiocese, disease,dead people in the streets from shooting sprees, epidemicsParamedics clearing debris here and overseas aren't banned from TVBut yell shit, goddamn, or fuck hear three individual bleepsA word's a word, let it be heard and learnedIt's not the individual words but the order that hurtsCome on, come on, let's stand together as oneCome on, come on, stop threatening to censor our thoughtsAnd you'll get the response you want from now onCome on, come on