I try
not to think about it,
cause I'm frustrated to no end
And I feel so agitated
And I lost to comprehend
Found myself deep inside the ocean
On the shore stood my only friend
Went to wade in shallow water
Sank straight to the bottom again
Lost yet broken
Catch words spoken
Before springing open
Right to an omen
Can't make the open
Some folks appear so helpless,
not a penny to their name
Get accused by them in power,
it's a low -down dirty shame
See that rich man in his mansion,
while the poor folks live in tin
Seems they're only there
for the claiming,
and it just doesn't make no sense
Hoes get broken,
cats weren't spoken,
horsemen get open
Pray to an omen,
can't make the rope
and hangman's broken
Miseries, I tell the bees,
what more can I do?
Trembling knees, I aim to please,
what more can I do?
A televised pack of lies,
what more can I do?
Well, St. Bridget took her tablet,
left it buried in the snow
And I dug all day just to read it,
and I wish that I didn't know
And they burned down the
church this mornin',
see the smoke, it's a hangin' low
And the sacrifice needs a cinder,
the damn priest salvaged all the dough
Bust get broken, catch word spoken,
before swingin' open
Pray to an omen,
can't make the rope bend,
hangman's token
Bust get broken,
catch word spoken,
before swingin' open
Pray to an omen,
can't make the rope bend,
hangman's token
Mysteries, I tell the bees,
what more can I do?