The cycle of life is here
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To see in all of its fine simplicity
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But the way we live it seems to be,
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Something very weird to me
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And I cry out
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For pettiness like lady's chatter
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Seems to complicate the matter
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I grit my teeth as my senses chatter
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For nothing gets me much madder
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As I leap out
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For big or little, great or small,
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It really doesn't matter at all
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The way we shuffle our feet and hem and haw,
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'Cause everybody's afraid they'll fall
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Or else be left out
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But what's right for me or strange to you
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Shouldn¡¯t make a damn on what you do
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'Cause whether or not you make it through,
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I thought that you already knew
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That I'll keep you going
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And the World War III and the World Series
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Will make the same size headlines in the news
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From all I've seen of politics,
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It¡¯s just a greasy big money stick
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That's geared to run on tongues
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So slick to make you think this is all there is
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Boy you're lucky (You're stuck with Humphrey)
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How they con the little middle man
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Into thinkin' he has got a hand
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To play in the future of the Promised Land,
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he owes himself to the destiny of man
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Gets ridiculous
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A cheap gangster hires someone
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To do his dirty work with a tommy gun
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While the President just points at anyone
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And says "I, your country needs some killing done
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Go do it now boy"
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The war itself is bad enough,
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It can break you down no matter how tough
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But the tragedy of all the hoopla stuff,
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It makes you think you can't do enough
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For the shiny symbols
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And the other countries feel the same as we
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And regret that I have but one country to give for my life
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The preacher stands in his holy shroud sayin'
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"God forgives you if you do it now"
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But if you come back when the chips are down,
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You¡¯ll find they've all gone underground
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To pray for you
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A homosexual, disturbed priest feels that he can preach to me
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The right way to go and raise a family
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And I'm forced to look at him and say "you mean
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You're guessin"
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The population is getting higher,
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The poverty poor, the pregnant tired
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Are waiting on the Pope to be inspired
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For some new contraceptive attire
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Saying "It's cool now"
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It's a ghost behind a one-way mirror
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Listening tip-toed at the door to hear
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If someone outside won't speak the year
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Then they'll slip a note out how they feel
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About pierced ear-lobes
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But the rules made now
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For the changing cows
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Are a little late
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And will be out of date by tomorrow
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Her mother placed on virginity
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Saying it was the holy place to be
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For the things boys had were evilry
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When it came time for matrimony
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She froze and died there
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Her sister at fourteen very well known thought all the kicks came lying there prone
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But a fundamental fact not spoken at home left her feeling like a chewed on bone
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And why she wondered
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One chick who dug moving about, very liberal minded and often spoke out
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How she was cool and understood no doubt with the blankets up and the lights turned out
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And you're condescending
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A couple together for five or six years,
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A marriage license they'd never been near
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But social pressure and loss of job fear
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Got them married and divorced in half a year
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They couldn't cut it
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It's all talked about
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But still it's lived around
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And what is right for me
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Could be perversity in any state law book
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I'm told a minstrel at one time w
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As allowed to sing and make his rhymes
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To comment on the news of the times
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And say directly what's in people's minds
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And he made tips for it
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But today try playing on some street curb,
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Singin' the news in everyday words
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The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
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Or else they hit you where it hurts
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They keep their ears closed
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One man said "Boy, I dig your stuff,
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I want you to come play in my club
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I'll put your name in lights up above,
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But just remember I got a club to run
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So don't be too strong"
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It ain't your writers who sell out,
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It¡¯s the damn censors who turn about
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My life learned adjectives and vowels
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| And say that my mouth is much too f |
