Gimme Some Truth (Live)
I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short sighted, narrow minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give us the truth
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of tricky dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil
Money for oil
Money for oil
I'm sick to death of seeing things
By tight lipped, condescending, mommy's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of watching scenes
From Mrs. Frantic, egocentric, paranoia prima donnas
All I want is the truth
Just give us some truth
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of tricky dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil
Money for oil
Money for oil
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of george-porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil
It's money for oil
No blood for oil
I'm sick to death of hearing things
From uptight, short sighted, narrow minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
We can handle the truth
I'm sick to death of watching things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give us the truth
All we want is the truth
We can handle the truth
Just give us some truth
All we want is the truth
We're asking for the truth
Just give us some truth
All we want is the truth
Some fucking truth
If I could just say as a representative of the group
I just want to tell you this is the first time we've been here
Since that big day a year and a half ago
Seemed to change everything
And we were on the opposite coast in Seattle
Everybody felt it, we felt it
And we had just been through Denmark the year before
And we certainly knew what it felt to see loss of life and feel it deeply
And know how many people each life affected
I'm taking the opportunity now a year and a half later
Since it's the first time we've been back proper
Just to tell you we were all thinking about it
We think you handled yourselves so great
And this song's, this song's about personal safety
And the feeling of being secure, and even free
It's call "I am mine"
From uptight, short sighted, narrow minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give us the truth
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of tricky dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil
Money for oil
Money for oil
I'm sick to death of seeing things
By tight lipped, condescending, mommy's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of watching scenes
From Mrs. Frantic, egocentric, paranoia prima donnas
All I want is the truth
Just give us some truth
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of tricky dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil
Money for oil
Money for oil
No short haired, yellow bellied, son of george-porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil
It's money for oil
No blood for oil
I'm sick to death of hearing things
From uptight, short sighted, narrow minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
We can handle the truth
I'm sick to death of watching things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just give us the truth
All we want is the truth
We can handle the truth
Just give us some truth
All we want is the truth
We're asking for the truth
Just give us some truth
All we want is the truth
Some fucking truth
If I could just say as a representative of the group
I just want to tell you this is the first time we've been here
Since that big day a year and a half ago
Seemed to change everything
And we were on the opposite coast in Seattle
Everybody felt it, we felt it
And we had just been through Denmark the year before
And we certainly knew what it felt to see loss of life and feel it deeply
And know how many people each life affected
I'm taking the opportunity now a year and a half later
Since it's the first time we've been back proper
Just to tell you we were all thinking about it
We think you handled yourselves so great
And this song's, this song's about personal safety
And the feeling of being secure, and even free
It's call "I am mine"
Credits
Writer(s): John Winston Lennon
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