#92 We Created This Mess
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Mike Oppenheim – We Created This Mess
Henry the First through Henry the Eighth
George Bush’s dynasty says “let down the gate”
Timothy Leary, I believe in conspiracy
But don’t get to weary, lest you give into theory
Social Darwinism; “science is fact!”
The dinosaurs loved their young; protected by attack
The earth is four point six billion years old
This world was once icy, for humans, too cold
Oh bible, oh bible, for the truth we thank thee!
For wars and death, hypocrisy and years of misery
Walk the straight path, give tithing to the church
Ten percent for heaven sent, divinity at work
Only god knows…yeah only god knows
Jesus was Jewish, blue-eyed, my ass,
He’s as black as Mohammed, and the two go way back
Just the same, we’re all the same
What shame playing games
yeah this blood will stain
Holy War! Well who’s it for?
Do you base your morals on folklore?
Meaning and message, with mixed metaphors
All your fans don’t give a damn; they just go along in throes
Only god knows…yeah only god knows
Calamity, insanity, ran into me, I’m invalid
And invalid and invalid are different words,
with the same spelling
Yeah I can play guitar, and I can run real far
But I’m almost out of gas, and I don’t wanna finish last
But first feels so damn rash,
When both pleasure and pain have elapsed and passed
You should question questions
You should question answers
You should question tradition
And most of all, you should question this, yeah question this.
Only god knows…yeah only god knows
So the royalty wear crests, and the media’s obsessed
As the dying man confessed that even death row is blessed
But who would ever guess that we could pass that test
Yeah I’d never take that quest, ‘cause I’d rather get my rest
But with a sharp pain in the chest as my sinuses congest
And the stripper shakes her breasts
I realize we make up this mess
And so it’s time to be nice, cause nothing short will suffice
No you can’t place a price on the need to be nice
Only god knows…yeah only god knows
Are you too stressed out, because it’s not final?
Repression and obsession are both states of denial…
Our world is hungry, scared, and desperate
Yet we worry about hoops and so we just let—
—our friends, ourselves, and what enemies?
With six degrees of separation
These are bullshit anxieties
And you can’t live your life with the need to be right.
No you can’t place a price on the need to be nice
And you don’t seem too bright when you get in a fight
And all these changes could occur over night
If you owned up to logic and gave up on flight
No you can’t place a price on the need to be nice
So it’s time to be nice, ‘cause nothing short will suffice
No, you can’t place a price on the need to be nice
And only god knows if I’m wrong or right.
Only god knows…yeah only god knows…
