Made Up English Oceans

Six-by-nine and counting down, in one after the other They'll go running up and down the road, angry as their mothers Over senseless acts of selfishness on made up English oceans And made up English stomach contents tied to senseless notions Once you grab them by the pride, their hearts are bound to follow Their natural fear of anything less manly or less natural Then gun-less sheriffs caught on lonesome roads and live to tell it How hard it is for meaner men without the lead to sell it Cause only simple men can see the logic in whatever Smarter men can whittle down till you can fit it on a sticker Get it stuck like mud and bugs to names that set the standard They'll live it like it's gospel, and they'll quote it like it's scripture Six-by-nine and counting down, in one after the other They'll go running up and down the road, angry as their mothers Over senseless acts of selfishness on made up English oceans And made up English stomach contents tied to senseless notions It's no matter if they dress real nice, and sit up straight and stupid And say their prayers in quiet ancient tongues They're no different that the ones who close their eyes and fall down to the ground And twitch like all their nerves have come undone So be it if they come to find out feeling good's as easy As denying that there's day or night at all Till what it takes to feel a thing seems so far out of reach They just claw their skin, and grind their teeth and bawl