Sheepskin

Why; is the perfect question that even a child knows to ask,
Just because; is the only answer when the task master is held to task,
We all imagine a different better world which is why we have this one,
So they feed you the dream that’s always doing always doing; never done.
Innocence and apathy and hackneyed sin,
Dyed in the wool politics of sheepskin,
Trained to think the world was just made this way,
You’ve got to fight to live another day.
When you settle for the traffic of the traffic-laws all you get is a right on
red,
When you spend your whole life just trying to make a living you end up
better-off dead,
And while bankers and billionaires are singing their bail-out-blues,
Another man that can’t pay his bills doesn’t even make the news.
Innocence and apathy and hackneyed sin,
Dyed in the wool politics of sheepskin,
Trained to think the world was just made this way,
You’ve got to fight to live another day.
It’s damn near all right to amount to next to nothing these days,
We can waste our lives by the book with no wonder in the ways,
If the dream is left to the sleeper’s discretion we all had better wake up,
They’er really good at moving with the movement don’t let them bend the break
up.
Innocence and apathy and hackneyed sin,
Dyed in the wool politics of sheepskin,
Trained to think the world was just made this way,
You’ve got to fight to live another day.
All you need is a question to question authority,
You don’t have to have all the answers,
Sugar-bomb the beautiful,
Before our souls get any number,
I guess next world will be just like this world,
I don’t think we’re smart enough to get any dumber.