
Lyrics
Love the lie and lie the love Hangin` on, with a push and shove Possession is the motivation that is hangin` up the God-damn nation Looks like we always end up in a rut everybody now Tryin` to make it real compared to what Slaughterhouse is killin` hogs Twisted children killin` frogs Poor dumb rednecks rollin` logs Tired old ladies kissin` dogs Hate the human, love that stinking mutt I can`t stand it Try to make it real compared to what 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 gut God damn it 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 Tryin` to tell us what he thinks is right He really got to be some kind of nut I can`t use it Tryin` to make it real compared to what 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 Tried to make it real compared to what
Credits
- Artist
- Roberta Flack
- Genre
- R&B/Soul
- Release
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