Slime and the Family Stone

It's the sludge it's the slime
It's the bilge it's sublime
It's a crime
When you bludgeon the knife in your eye
And you're cold and you're wet
And you're trying to cry
And your life's on the line when you look to the sky

And above all the rain
And above all the ice
You can see the old eyes of the man in disguise
And he's guiding the knives of the people that hide
And he's trying to find a way out of this life
But he can't
So he throws out his back at the goal
And he lets out the ghosts
That are locked in his skull

And that's me
And that's you
And all the people that cry
And all the people that lie
And all the people who died

Don't you know
That even though it's me versus you
We're fighting underneath the other shoe
And even though we got some wasters to blame
The sludge is always creeping our way

It's the stench it's the air
It's no fun it's not fair
To begin making good
With the mayor in a chair
And he's mean and you're not
And you try not to swear
Or he'll shoot you a glare when you walk over there

And right down the highway
That's right next to the fair
You can find the old layer
Of the man with an heir
And he tries not to stare
At your beautiful hair
And he tries not to wear clothes that
Make him look bare
But he can't
So he's wearing his raggedy jeans
You can see how they split
Right beside the old seams

But that's life
It ain't fair
It don't make no damn sense
And there ain't no defense
And you'll die of suspense

Don't you know
That even though it's me versus you
We're fighting underneath the other shoe
And even though we got some wasters to blame
The sludge is always creeping our way