Protest

The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day Air in my tires and all my cares are far away I'm looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sort of frisky Plus enough money in my pocket for a quart of whiskey Tattooed tear drops, confetti, I've learned to trust My animal instincts, when farmer's fields turn to dust This is the day we've been waiting for all our lives So let's write letters to our parents and call our wives Raise the flag, let's take a drive and raise our voices Celebrate our differences, build a bridge and praise our choices There's babies crying and it makes it hard to go to sleep Some days are throw aways and others you're supposed to keep Time waits for none of us, even though my watch is slow And nothing's for certain but I'm searching for sasquatch And you know what, the unknown is all part of the plan For a runaway soul and a hard loving man Protest, I've had it up to here See ya, get lost, this is what we think of your ideas Protest, we're not going to take it We've been through it so make a wish and break it in two New beginning, I've washed my hands and made my bed Maybe I'll turn on the television or shave my head I'm getting kind of bored with the same old cheese and crackers My plan's all inside out, my reason's backwards Some new air in my lungs is what the doctor ordered But being exposed makes me feel kind of awkward sort of Give me a shot in the arm first, the clock's ticking I'm watching the water boil, I like to let the plot thicken I'm ear to ear with good intentions and vibrations, I'm on fire Sometimes I conspire with Vaughn Squire Sometimes we go alone, over hills and through the sewers Try to keep our edges sharp and learn a few maneuvers The whole world is drying up and everybody's eyes are red It's hard to see or even try to guess of what lies ahead But you know what, the unknown is all part of the plan For a runaway soul and a hard loving man