Thank you Eddie Harris

I love to lie and lie to love
I'm hangin' on, they push and shove
Possession is the motivation that is hangin' up the God damn nation
Looks like we all might 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
I hate the human love of that stinkin' mutt -- I can't use it
Try to make it real compared to what.

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 -- God damn it
Tryin' to make it real -- compared to what?

Church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin' to duck the wrath of God
Preachers fillin' us with fright
They all tryin' to teach us what they think is right
They really got to be some kind of nut -- I can't use it
Tryin' to make it real -- compared to what?

Where's that beat and where's that honey
Where's my God and where's my money
Unreal values a 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!