I'm through messing around with you
I've had enough of your point of view
And some questions I've got a few
And then I'm gone
You say you're trampled, but where I stand
You've always been just a rich white man
Could you help me out here if you can
I'm a bit confused
I never went for that line
That they say about simpler times
May be better for me and mine and you
But that's a feeble excuse
You say our culture has gotten fat
But comfort living man that's where you're at
Could you tell me what's up with that
And how's your new boat
You're an independent mind
But you're always toeing that party line
Odd the problems the you define
Get handed from the top
You trample darwin in the name of creed
But hold him up in the name of greed
What ever kind of god would plant that seed for you
Is a feeble excuse
Can't you see the things that you hold dear
Don't mean a thing if you just let your fear
Make you a tool for those who very simply want to use you
As a feeble excuse
You're a feeble excuse
credits
from Uninvited Guests,
released November 8, 2012
Words by Phillip Broste
Music by Bob Quinn and Phillip Broste
Published by Chaos Cowboy Music, Christmas Teefs Music, Ear Cavity, and Lager Rhythmic. All writing and publishing administered by ASCAP.
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