WHY? - Sod in the Seed lyrics

His hooves in dirt pound and eat up ground
He cannot remain bound
When the trumpets sound

Let's review some recent facts
I make decent cash, I'm a minor star
And we can't last if she
Don't drive a hybrid car
I scribble vapid raps on your flyer backs
The word is I purchased a refurbished Mac G4
Pull up to critical mass
In a gas-guzzling Ford
Just to ask you when next
Your rock outfit performs
Before you tell me the fact
I'm down the road yelling back
Please post it on the
Whole Foods bulletin board
I'd earn a lick of respect
In slum art for sure
But, I threw out my lumbar picking up checks


I'm so numb, Lord, yes
Despite how I'm blessed
I'm destined to end up a slum lord depressed
Come by, poorly dressed
Your address on the first
Hum something under my breath that
Half resembles some words
And like a bird in a suit
Cut for a brutish bear
Back out of there bowing like a Jew in prayer

I'll never shirk this first world curse
A steady hurt and a sturdy purse

A small dark bard, I'll give an inch to start
Then leave you home dreaming of
The whole nine yards
Leave you home dreaming
Believing that you'd seen me
Loose skin breathing like a
Cathedral at evening
Screaming like a demon in the Garden of Eden
Missing what parts that a stork
In it's beak brings
But even what an evil man
Thinks is really pink and on his insides
Doesn't mean you shouldn't pull his card out
So what if a man blinks in Morse code while
He sings if he sings his heart out?
Everybody's gotta get paid
I'd say "far out, no way"
Frankly, I'd be amazed
But a patriot would save the day
Make the hitch, help CIA
What's bad, what's good
A complicated man is misunderstood
Even to himself acutely unaware what's in a
Shallow breath of air
And long exhale of something else

I'll never shirk this first world curse
A steady hurt and a sturdy purse

Two sips, instant drip, Sanka mud
New corpus publicist, thanks ya bud
As hundred bucks worth of wordy blogger thugs
Come forth forthwith to four seasons aflood
To morbidly orbit your toilet
Like hornets abuzz
Forming above like buzzards in love
When you first wake up
Spitting sick from the gut
And shitting black blood at six
Then you wonder why I'm high up, sitting, yup
The blundering braggart
From a covered wagon spitting under
The vagrants in gutters
What, does it make me evil?
Am I a feeble deranged fuck?
Cause Jesus would and I would not
Drive the needle exchange truck?
Well if I'm out of luck
I'm still pitching notes through this throat
Pissing fears and hopes through the
Ears of folks listening no matter what
Batter up enough of this nonsense
You can gather up the contents of
The catcher's cup and suck

You kneel and squint your eyes and
Cup your hands against the window
Just to see who rides
To get a glimpse inside the limo
Have some self-respect and exercise some tact
While I supply the info that you lack
One must pay the frat fee
To enjoy the fat-free snacks
Strippers, roofies, and six packs
And groupies with big breasts
Sending out mass texts asking who's next
To get his lance waxed in
The wickedest sex acts
Step back from the stretch, mack
And mind the gap with all due respect sir
There's a limited cap
You'll need a ticket to kick it in the back
Of this rented, tinted-out black Cadillac
But, I can tell by your polo slacks, Sebagos
And blank stare
You're good for the total package and
Game to be back there
But who am I to judge a
Man's heart by his yacht wear?
And it scares me to death, yes
That I'm starting to not care

I'll never shirk this first world curse
A steady hurt and a sturdy purse

Good and evil's often neither
Strength or flaw
But sod in the seed of what you are
A filthy silt stashed in a white silk sash
Or a doula dove smashed in an airplane crash

I'll never shirk this first world curse
A steady hurt and a sturdy purse
A steady hurt and a sturdy purse