I love that groove, and the lyrics:
Love the lie and lie the love
Hanging on, with a push and shove
Posession is the motivation
That is hangin' up the goddamn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Everybody now
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what
Come on baby, now
Slaughter houses are killin' hogs
Twisted children are killin' frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs
Tired old lady, kissin' dogs
I hate the human love of that stinkin' mutt
I can't use it
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what
Come on baby, now
The President, he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have (a) one doubt, they call it treason
We chicken feathers all without one nut
Goddamn it!
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what
Sock it to me
Church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Trying to duck the wrath of God
Preachers fillin' us with fright
They all trying to teach us with 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
Lover, baby, hey
Where's that bee and where's that honey
Where's my god and where's my money
Unreal values, a crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kinda brings to mind ol' young King Tut
He did it now
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what
eta: dig the Aquarius quote in the piano at the beginning!
thanks varwoche! brightened up a sad day