Sun Kil Moon - Lone Star lyrics

I'm walking under the Lone Star
Along the rocks and the shiny black water
At the end of a pier a
Woman is alone, hands folded, praying
I left her alone
I didn't feel comfortable staying
Inside of all of us, this pain
We pity ourselves boo fuckin' hoo
Well guess what, you fucking asshole?
It ain't all about you

There are people in this world
Who have dead children
They're deeply grieving
So quit your bitching
You poor little minor victim
That woman on the pier
Was suffering something heavy
Her eyes were drippin' with tears
I'm 49 years old and let
Me tell you something i'm intuitive, my dear
I gave her space, and in my throat was a lump
And I watched her from a
Nearby secluded place for an
Hour and a half and made sure she didn't jump
Cars beating down the Carquinez Bridge
Shit coming out the smokestack
Trains coming down the train tracks
Starbucks on my walk back
Cars beating down the Carquinez Bridge
Shit coming out the smokestack
Trains coming down the train tracks
Starbucks on my walk back

Planted some cacti by the picnic table
Where the little grey cat is cutely cradled
And the orange California poppy
Sniffing the euphoric scent of
The Eucalyptics tree

Walked past the 7-11 I went to the taco truck
Sunny California day, no rain in April
Good luck pet my two favorite cats
They're so cute in their
Usual tucked away spaces
They're so cute, I want to eat their faces

This part of the song sounds like
A beautiful Cameron Crowe film score
Jimmy Page-influenced, or a Nancy Wilson
All three artists whom I deeply adore

One December under the Christmas tree
Heart's Dream Boat Annie and Led
Zeppelin I I I that's the way it ought to be
That's the way it ought to be

I was banned by a church leader from playing
A city in the state of Texas
Said he heard from this dude that
They read that I was sexist
I said guess what, San Antonio, Texas?
I still love you, you Jack Johnson-born
And bred state of the country
Very best barbecue
Gonna ban me from San Antonio? No you don't
I'm gonna be back and play a
Show and get me some tacos at Rosario's
And North Carolina, let me tell you something
I reiterate, you take the cake
For the most beautiful of
All hillbilly states
But, you won't let a transgender use
A bathroom of their choice?
What kind of bullshit is that
You good old hillbilly boys
Gonna play a show in Chapel Hill next year
You'll see and all transgenders are invited
I'm gonna let them get in for free
And they can use the men's bathroom in the
Venue if they used to be a girl
And they can use the women's bathroom in the
Venue if they used to be a boy

What the fuck is it to you
They're worthy of dignity and respect and
Use of any goddamn toilet

Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck)
Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck)
Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck)
Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck)
Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck)
Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck)
Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck)
Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck)
Got me some friends over there
And they're good smart hillbillies
Billy and Chucky and Kimmy
And Bobby and Becky
They don't support this transgender law
They'll be driving to my show
In Chapel Hill from Asheville
I'm from Ohio and therefore I'm a hick
Call me one, and I won't be offended by it
Hicks and hillbillies, unite and get along
Rednecks, bury your axe with
Transgenders and be strong
Rednecks, bury the axe with
Transgenders and be strong
Rednecks, bury the axe with
Transgenders and sing along

Rednecks, lighten up and
Amend transgender law
Rednecks, lighten up and
Amend transgender law
Rednecks, lighten up and
Amend transgender law
Rednecks, lighten up and
Amend transgender law
Rednecks, lighten up and
Amend transgender law
Rednecks, lighten up and
Amend transgender law
Rednecks, lighten up and
Amend transgender law
Rednecks, lighten up and
Amend transgender law

When Donald Trump becomes president
Blame it on Facebook, Yelp and reality TV
And Twitter and Uber and Google
And video games and
Every other thing that has
Turned this country into a bunch of dumbed
Down slaves of technology
We wanted dumb headlines, well baby
We got it we wanted instant gratification
Right well baby, we got it
We wanted stupid entertainment, baby
We asked for it

This dumb motherfucker will be on
The news every fucking day and we willed it
He is a hundred percent full-on our creation
He is proof that we
Choose apps over education
He is proof of our
Mind-numbing Internet obsession
He's the result of our
Dumb-fuck-starin'-at-our-phones attention
Span limitations

People sittin' around hatin' on Donald Trump
We can't face it, but we asked for this junk
Not directly, but we fail to see
How our stupidity willed him into candidacy

Go ahead and take your smartphone out
Send a tweet to the world and pout pout pout
We planted the seed
And it's come to it's fruition
Make no mistake, Donald Trump is our creation
Go ahead and have your 'Oh
My fucking God' reaction
When he's elected, threaten to move
To Vancouver, Canada, or Athens, greece
As George Carlin said one night
"I believe you have to be asleep
To believe in the American Dream"
So all of us zone the fuck
Out a minute, get some popcorn
Watch some Trump
Check your Facebook and keep
Up with the Kardashians