Man, don’t try to spin it: We saw what you put in it. Shame, shame, shame! Hot and rotten shame! And what a rancid stain upon your name! IT’S One part stock and one part seed. A pinch of pride, a dash of greed. Stow it in a bag of meat. Speak aloud your hopes and dreams, Wiggle fingers magically, Blood for forty nights to feed.
Oh, I’m over the moon! Oh, I’m full as a tick on all the ichor! Oh, I know the names of all kings coming And all I can think to do is ask for more, more more! for -- I’m a little tortured feller, But I don’t need to be a fortune teller. I KNEW it all along: I saw what you put in it, and everything you put into it made it wrong.
I took one part stock and one part seed, But look who bites the hand that feeds, Dares to judge me for my deeds! Blood for forty weeks to feed, Strength of oxen by the team, Ripped the body at the seam!
Oh, I know this old tune. Oh, you’re sick on the succor of the doldrums. Oh, little one you’re awful funny. You’re the puddin’ and the proof and I’ll eat more, more more! For you’re a little tortured feller, But I don’t need to be a fortune teller to tell you that you’re wrong. You saw what I put in it And everything I put into it made you strong!
Oh, oh daddy… The writing is on the wall; you can read the engraving. AND Oh, does it fill you with woe, Lamenting the loss of a well-behaved little man behaving?
I’m one part cock and one part steed, Marvelously pedigreed, But that’s not why I strut and preen! Existence is a bitter steep, Happy times, just bittersweet, Too short to count, then too long to sleep. Oh, I’m on top of the world! Oh, my vision is thick with all the eyesores! Oh, I see the shape of all things coming And all I can think to do is say “No more, more more!” for We’re all just little tortured fellers, Making peace with what befell us, Listening to the bells toll With the gall to sing along!
“Man, don’t try to spin it: We saw what you put in it. And everything you put into it made us---” WRONG, WRONG, WRONG
Keen Garrity is a songwriter/producer with deep country music roots making storybook pop-rock. This Knoxville, Tennessee native's songs comfortably blend the weird and the woeful.
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