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BODY COUNT – There Goes The Neighborhood (1992)
“We’re here We ain’t goin’ nowhere We’re movin’ right next door to you Body count!“
Ice-T
“There Goes the Neighborhood” is a track by Body Count, the metal band fronted by rapper and actor Ice-T, from their 1992 self-titled debut album Body Count. Known for its aggressive fusion of heavy metal and hardcore punk with raw political commentary, the album became both influential and controversial—especially due to songs like “Cop Killer” and this one.
“There Goes the Neighborhood” is a fierce critique of the racial boundaries in music genres, especially the resistance faced by Black artists entering the world of rock and metal. The song’s chorus—“There goes the neighborhood”—is a sarcastic jab at the stereotypical white fear of Black intrusion, flipped to apply to the heavy metal scene.
There goes the neighborhood
Here come them Black Boys With their fancy cars Who gave them Black Boys Those rock guitars? Who let ’em in the club? Did you make ’em pay? Who let ’em on the stage? Whose lettin’ ’em play?
Don’t they know rock’s just for whites Don’t they know the rules? Those Blacks are too hard core This stuff ain’t cool Those blacks want everything In the Whole Thing world That Black Boy plays so good He took my girl There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhoooooood There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood
Da, da, da, da, da
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We’re here We ain’t goin’ nowhere We’re movin’ right next door to you Body count
There goes the neighborhood! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha There goes the neighborhood! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha There goes the neighborhoooooood! There goes the neighborhood! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha There goes the neighborhood!
Here come them Black Boys With their fancy cars Who gave them Black Boys Those rock guitars? Who let ’em in the club? Did you make ’em pay? Who let ’em on the stage? Whose lettin’ ’em play? Don’t they know rock’s just for whites Don’t they know the rules? Those Blacks are too hard core This stuff ain’t cool Those blacks want everything in the whole thing world That Black Boy plays so good He took my girl There goes the neighborhood There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood
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