Well I'm a transcendental fire-storm with nothing to lose but my inhaler.
And I won't be a part of no economic failure.
What you say ain't what you're gonna do.
Well I'm looking for answers- praying at the end of the petition.
Sticking to the gut-feel, choking on the smog of your emissions.
You ain't the only one entitled to a coffin when they wind up dead.
Put down your trigger finger and buy back your soul
so you can try to put some heart into your head.
You're a liar and you're out of control.
You've got a red-hot tongue and a devil's walking stick that's even slicker.
But I won't be fooled by a patriotic trickster.
So, whatcha gonna do when the kids are looking for answers
praying for the end of the petition?
Sticking to the gut-feel, choking on the smog of your emissions.
You ain't the only one entitled to a coffin when they wind up dead.
Put down your trigger finger and buy back your soul.
So you can try to put some heart into your head.
credits
from Gravity,
released June 1, 2008
Scott Bentall on trombone.
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