As with a lot of Bent Left songs this one addresses a distaste for the world's workings made apparent by the life-style we have convinced ourselves is the one we want. We are willing to go on happily blaming you and, while it usually is your fault, we feel a sense of guilt based on our inaction and a helplessness based on your complete incompetence. An overt self-awareness and a great deal of pride in our own depravity. It can get more literal and definitely more figurative but maybe the problem is we've all been thinking too much. Let's take a stroll down to the Cricket store and buy crack pipes for bums. But only the cute bums with college degrees.
written and directed by Bent Left. Recorded mixed and mastered by Duane @ Westend Studios in Kansas City, MO. duantro@gmail.com
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APPLICATION FOR FEDERAL ASSISTANCE
TACK ONE ON FOR THE NEIGHBORHOOD
WHEN YOU’RE ELBOWS TO ASSHOLES AND ONLY GOOD
FOR THE FIX AND THE TRICKS AND THE WAREHOUSE BRICKS
THAT WE’RE MOLDING FOR HOLDING SOULS.
BUNNIES LEANING ON NEEDLES IN A COIN PURSE HUTCH
DISCARDED IN GARDENS OF GARBAGE AND BRUSH.
AVAILABLE PARAPHERNALIA ENABLES
PROLIFIC PROMOTION OF SUCH.
SO WHAT ARE WE TO DO BUT WATCH THE SIDEWALKS WEARING THROUGH?
CRIME HERE’S NOT JUST ORDINARY. CRIME HERE’S SOMETIMES NECESSARY.
DO WE FOLLOW THE TREAD OF TRANSIENT, LEAD-FOOTED LEFT-FOR-DEAD
WITH NO REGRETS AND NOTHING IN OUR HEADS?
WELL I’LL PASS THE BUCK AND THE BLAME ALL FUCKING DAY.
AND I’LL GIVE A WAVE AND A SMILE IF I GET PAID.
AND I’LL SELL A SERVICE, A SENTENCE AND CELL,
AND I’LL EVEN THROW IN A DAY PASS TO HELL.
IT SURE WON’T BE FREE, AND IT SURE WON’T BE FAIR, BUT IT’S TRADE.
NO I NEVER HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH IRRELEVANT SUCCESS,
WITH THE LUXURY OF EMPTYNESS, OR INTELLECTUAL REPRESS.
BUT JUST LIKE YOU I WILL DO WHAT I DO REAPING MARGINAL SUCCESS.
CAUSE WE’RE ALL DOING (FUCKING) GREAT AND WE’RE ALL DEPRESSED,
AND WE’RE ALL FUCKING MAKING A HUGE FUCKING MESS.
AND WE’RE ALL FUCKING DRESSED LIKE AN ASSHOLE AT BEST,
BUT BREATHING THROUGH ONE OR TWO SHOTS IN THE CHEST
IS A WALK IN THE PARK WHERE THE TOWER IS CASTING
A SHADOW AROUND YOU AND YOUR PLACE OF REST.
I DON’T KNOW IF YOU’RE A BETTER ACTOR OR IF YOU’RE JUST A BETTER MAN.
I DON’T KNOW IF THE GOOD LORD IS ACTUALLY STRIKING ME DOWN
OR IF HE’S JUST TESTING MY WITS AND COMMAND.
AND I HAVE NO CLUE AS TO WHAT I SHOULD DO
TO GET MYSELF OUT OF THIS HELPLESS EXISTENCE.
BUT I’LL PASS THE BUCK AND THE BLAME ALL FUCKING DAY.
AND I’LL GIVE A WAVE AND A SMILE IF I GET PAID.
AND I’LL SELL A SERVICE, A SENTENCE AND SELL,
AND I’LL EVEN THROW IN A DAY PASS TO HELL.
IT SURE WON’T BE FREE, AND IT SURE WON’T BE FAIR, BUT IT’S TRADE.
YEAH, IT SURE WON’T BE FREE, AND IT SURE WON’T BE FAIR, BUT IT’S TRADE.
YEAH, IT SURE WON’T BE FREE, AND IT SURE WON’T BE FAIR.
YOU’RE TOO BLISSFUL TO KNOW, I’M TOO CONCERNED TO CARE
THAT IT SURE WON’T BE FREE, AND IT SURE WON’T BE FAIR, BUT IT’S TRADE.
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