Liberal Guilt
I can, I can
Just drank too much again
I know I can
Just drank too much again
Please take this hand
This handle off my hands
You know me almost too well
And somebody please explain to me
Why I keep taking all the blame
For something that I've never done
But feeling so responsible
The liberal guilt is kicking in
And there's no use escaping it
Someone will always raise their voice
And put the needy in their place
And Ronald was a better man
'Til he sent weapons to Iran
It's funny how the things work out
You give folks guns and then they fire
Memories are leaving me
And I'm forgetting just how we got here
Blackout's making things too weird
Irresponsibly unclear
In denial of what is real
And what's the war machine
In denial of what is good
But try to keep hands clean
Somebody please explain to me
The rules of this war factory
I guess what people say is true
You give folks guns, they aim at you
And Ronald was a better man
Who cares about his little plans
Of sending weapons to wrong men
Memories are leaving me
But I remember now how we got here
We're in denial of what is good and real
So we stand clear, we stand clear
So I said I'm done
But I will take another one
I can stop anytime
But why should I
Mistake all of the lies
About the sober prize
Of liberal guilt creepin'
Into our lives
Just drank too much again
I know I can
Just drank too much again
Please take this hand
This handle off my hands
You know me almost too well
And somebody please explain to me
Why I keep taking all the blame
For something that I've never done
But feeling so responsible
The liberal guilt is kicking in
And there's no use escaping it
Someone will always raise their voice
And put the needy in their place
And Ronald was a better man
'Til he sent weapons to Iran
It's funny how the things work out
You give folks guns and then they fire
Memories are leaving me
And I'm forgetting just how we got here
Blackout's making things too weird
Irresponsibly unclear
In denial of what is real
And what's the war machine
In denial of what is good
But try to keep hands clean
Somebody please explain to me
The rules of this war factory
I guess what people say is true
You give folks guns, they aim at you
And Ronald was a better man
Who cares about his little plans
Of sending weapons to wrong men
Memories are leaving me
But I remember now how we got here
We're in denial of what is good and real
So we stand clear, we stand clear
So I said I'm done
But I will take another one
I can stop anytime
But why should I
Mistake all of the lies
About the sober prize
Of liberal guilt creepin'
Into our lives
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