compared_to_what god Written by: Eugene McDaniel Lyrics: Another night a night of love A hangin' only push an shove Possession 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! C'mon baby! Slaughter house is a-killin' hogs Twisted children are killin' frogs Poor dumb red-necks rollin' logs Tired old lady, kissin' dogs I hate the human love of that stinking mutt! I can't use it! Tryin' to make it real, compared to what! Come on baby, now (WOW!) The President, he's got his war Folks don't know just what it's for Nobody gives us a rhyme or reason Have one doubt, they call it treason With chicken feathers all with out one nut Goddamn it! Tryin' to make it real compared to what! Sock it to me! (Woo) Church on Sunday, sleep and nod Tryin' to duck, the wrath of God Preacher's fillin' us with pride They all tryin' a-teach us 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! Oh baby! A-where's that bee, And-a where's that a-honey? A-where's my God, And a-where's my money? Unreal value is a crass distortion Unwed mother's need abortion Kinda brings to mind old young King Tut! He did it now! Tryin' to make it real compared to what! Tryin' to make it real compared to what! 010731 ... interested observer it's "a-hangin' on, we push an shove..." and it's actually "We chicken feathers, all, are without one gut!" 030621 ... god my apologies to les and eddie and all the chickens 030621 what's it to you? who go blather from