God, Make Up Your Mind
Backseat of your family station wagon, listening Nina Simone
One Hundred years of solitude and only 12 years old
God make up your mind
God make up your mind
Do you wanna play fair
Or should I take what's mine
Your mom is calling out, "Look at the Grand Canyon"
Camilla couldn't care less
Gaze into the hole
Your stomach feels the emptiness of death
God make up your mind
God make up your mind
Do you wanna play fair
Or should I take what's mine, like everyone else
From New York to New Orleans, played alphabet
Kansas to Boise, won the battleship
Memorized the capitals, crossword puzzles
Drew a picture of a cat laying dead in the street
Daydream about my real dad back in California
Elephant in your brain, reminding you you've got to make a choice
Wraps his arms around you slow
Cause you tense up like an armadillo
God make up your mind
God make up your mind
Do you wanna play fair
Or should I take what's mine, like everyone else
Why ain't my teacher on a street sign?
He's done so much more than politicians, dead musicians
You wanna help someone you gotta be a no one
That's what I figured out the cat in the street meant
You gotta make up your mind
Make up your mind
Make up your mind
One Hundred years of solitude and only 12 years old
God make up your mind
God make up your mind
Do you wanna play fair
Or should I take what's mine
Your mom is calling out, "Look at the Grand Canyon"
Camilla couldn't care less
Gaze into the hole
Your stomach feels the emptiness of death
God make up your mind
God make up your mind
Do you wanna play fair
Or should I take what's mine, like everyone else
From New York to New Orleans, played alphabet
Kansas to Boise, won the battleship
Memorized the capitals, crossword puzzles
Drew a picture of a cat laying dead in the street
Daydream about my real dad back in California
Elephant in your brain, reminding you you've got to make a choice
Wraps his arms around you slow
Cause you tense up like an armadillo
God make up your mind
God make up your mind
Do you wanna play fair
Or should I take what's mine, like everyone else
Why ain't my teacher on a street sign?
He's done so much more than politicians, dead musicians
You wanna help someone you gotta be a no one
That's what I figured out the cat in the street meant
You gotta make up your mind
Make up your mind
Make up your mind
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Writer(s): Nathan Andrew Willett, Matthew Cole Aveiro, Matthew Scott Maust, Jonathan Bo Russell
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