WHY? - Me On Beer lyrics

Indecision at high speeds can be fatal
In car, on horseback or bicycle
Is an old cowboy in a
Wheelchair still a cowboy
Just because he wears the cowboy hat?
Or a kid in a stroller with new boots on
Can he be considered a cowboy yet?
Maybe you shouldn't call him that
Until he ropes one
'cause the country folks flock
To the cities now
The city people move to the suburbs
And the suburbs spill into the country
But a lotta kids these
Days deny their birth-right
White kids, ashamed of their parents trunk
Attempt to abandon their moneyed-ways
They move to the ghettos and the communes
Searching for the guiltlessness of poverty
They wanna sit on the stoop
When the night is hot
And not be stuck inside by the AC
Don't wanna treat their house
Like a fish tank
They wanna share water with the neighbors
When the night is hot
But the struggle that pulls doors off
Their hinges in a good way
Also leaves a slow murder in the air