Weedwhacker (UNFINISHED.)

The politics of life

What are we gonna do to get out of this strife?

Wouldn’t that be nice

When things are easy, they sure aren’t right

Too good to be true

It’s better being that than it being true to be blue

Don’t put me on a short leash

‘Cuz I’ll grab my weedwhacker and snip it off

Grab my weedwhacker and I’ll take off

I’ll take my weedwhacker and whack you in the head

How do you get away with saying the things that you said?

Forget about nepotism, it’s favoritism

It’s like shopping for the hottest merchandise

If you think outside you’re gonna spark a fight

Chose the underdog and you’re feathered and tarred

But allegedly if you’re trendy you’ll get really far

If you’re a fad you’ve automatically got flair

Wouldn’t look twice at me, I’m too much of a dare

I shake folks up and they just scorn

But with their shit, I just snore

When you’re too used to getting your way

You’re never gonna wanna pay 

Or pave the way

Not now not tomorrow and not today

Not here not there not yesterday

Throw your middle finger to the chain of command

Try to start running but you’re stuck in quicksand

Endurance is my citadel

I’ll sit here and think until

I run out of ideas and my mind gets foggy

And my pen dries up and my paper gets soggy 

I’m a chicken with its head cut off

Running amuck 

I won’t come to a grinding halt

Don’t blame me for me ‘cuz it’s not my fault

Don’t put me on a short leash

‘Cuz I’ll grab my weedwhacker and snip it off

Grab my weedwhacker and I’ll take off

I’ll take my weedwhacker and whack you in the head

How do you get away with saying the things that you said?