Compared to What (with Gary Floyd)
I live the lie and lie the love
A-hangin' on, with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
That's hangin' up the goddamn nation
Looks like we're always end in some kind of a rut
Everybody now
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
Come on, baby
Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs
Twisted children killin' frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs
Tired old ladies are kissin' dogs
I hate the human love of that stinking mutt
I can't use it
Try to make it real, compared to what?
Come on, baby now
The President, he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
We're chicken-feathers, all without one nut
Goddamn it
We're tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
Sock it to me now
Church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin' to duck the wrath of God
Preacher's fillin' us with fright
All tryin' to teach us what they think is right
They really got to be some kind of nut
I can't use it
I'm tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
Yeah, let's baby now
Where's that bee and where's that honey?
Where's my God and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut
He did it now
They tried to make it real, compared to what?
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
A-hangin' on, with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
That's hangin' up the goddamn nation
Looks like we're always end in some kind of a rut
Everybody now
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
Come on, baby
Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs
Twisted children killin' frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs
Tired old ladies are kissin' dogs
I hate the human love of that stinking mutt
I can't use it
Try to make it real, compared to what?
Come on, baby now
The President, he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
We're chicken-feathers, all without one nut
Goddamn it
We're tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
Sock it to me now
Church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin' to duck the wrath of God
Preacher's fillin' us with fright
All tryin' to teach us what they think is right
They really got to be some kind of nut
I can't use it
I'm tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
Yeah, let's baby now
Where's that bee and where's that honey?
Where's my God and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut
He did it now
They tried to make it real, compared to what?
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
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Writer(s): Gene Mcdaniels
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