Chris Sand

Lyrics

While I was out truckin' you was here lovin' / Lovin' on someone / I once called my cousin / I thought I could trust him / But he's just another snake in the grass / Now he's your husband, he put one in your oven / I never done nothin' to deserve all this sufferin' / Please pass the Robitussin, I’m tired of huffin' on gas / I need something that lasts // It ain't all good, but it ain't all bad / It's just the way it goes, the status quo’s what makes it sad / Like my mama sez about my dear old dad / It's just the way he is, just mind your business, and this too shall pass // Politicians like old magicians / Keep the poor boy spinnin' with cold precision / While the men and the women in the criminal systems / Just sit in their jails and their prisons and they listen / To the sound of the of the rain or the trains that they're missin' / Or the drips from the drains in the pots where they're pissin' / Invisible chains around their ankles and brains / They're livin' miserably, can't ya see // It ain't all good, but it ain't all bad / It's just the way it goes, the status quo’s what makes it sad / Like my mama sez about my dear old daddy / It's just the way he is, just mind your business, and he might forget to kick your ass // Alright, well, nothin' much changes, we keep fencin' up ranges / All my Indian friends think I might be deranged / ‘Cause when we have to interact it's like foreign exchanges / Even though we speak the same damn language / But it's no wonder all my whiteys all act so strange / The world seems crazy in the Digital Age / So we circle upthe wagons, ‘cause we're kind of afraid / Of health-care! Welfare! Minimum wage! / And we build big borders so we'll never escape / And we pray school children don’t get shot by the neighbors / And we drive to work in libidinal rages / I feel like a pig in a cage, it's outrageous / . . . Flippin' burgers / Ah, man, this is murder / I think I might be allergic / To the whole damn circus . . .