1. we're shitting bricks
we're spitting mad
we're restless and exhausted
we're grateful but so sad
you worship money
cash is your church
and your god's the easter bunny
if rent's due on the first

CH
you're corrupt just look at the destruction
you never gave a fuck about us
don't you come back no more
hit the road jack
put your money stacks
 in the body bags
don't ya come back no more

2. i post my privileged protest
from the unemployment line
do you like my brand new soapbox
i got it on amazon prime
contagious convenience
continuous corporate news
freedom turns to greed cause
if you're poor or your brown
you don't get to choose

CH

br. 
maybe it's too late and
we got it cause we asked for it
baby here's your hell in a 
trump-branded casket
or maybe we are right on time
with fresh air to breathe
and we'll build something much better
if you just fucking leave

​CH

she is dried out like the desert
she is famished, all but vanished by design
and her hide out is her cactus heart
her own hand grenade, a barricade of spines
 
the sands of time repeating
she’s seen suffering before
her future takes a beating for
some man, some god, some war
 
she is minding her own business
steadfastly building castles of sand
when she is blinded by a raging son
who demolishes and calls it all his land
 
those poor holy rolling soldiers’ plights
they can’t live without their virgins and whores
to lift their strengths and spirits to fight for
some man, some god, some war
 
we are sucking out the venom
of poisonous scorpions and snakes
we are bucking this ecosystem
til our mother’s deserts are our daughter’s lakes
 
oh, wondrous, thunderous women
together too loud to ignore
no more curtsies at the mercy of
some man, some God, some war

is it a wall, is it a well, is it a building or a bridge?
sometimes it’s hard for me to tell what fucking structure even is
is it a snake in the grass, is it a flower in the weeds?
what does it take, what does it ask,
what does it give, what does it need?
 
what even is life?
just a place to live and die
find someone to love and say goodbye?
what even is life?
 
call me godless, call me faithless, call me a sinner, call me brainless
call me devil, call me rival, point to pages in your bible
preach of gold up in the heavens, warn of flames that burn in hell
go ahead, pretend to be an expert on shit you don’t know so well
 
what even is life?
just a car you don’t know how to drive
and you’ll never make it out alive?
what even is life?
 
is it kind of arbitrary but a little bit on purpose?
time is precious and it’s scary but it’s make-believe and worthless
are we ignorant, are we brilliant, are we fixed or are we fluid?
are we floating on forever, are we rotting where we’re rooted?

what even is life?
just a place that we call home
live together and die alone?
what even is life?

her life was a boxing ring
she never took off her gloves
she never stopped swinging
not even for love
 
from the very first swing to the very last round
she boxed her way in, she boxed her way out
i never got too close, i never knew how
everything's different with the lights out
 
her faith was a lonely home
she never took off from that place
she never looked out the window
not even to see my face
 
from the very first brick to the very last grout
she boxed her way in, she boxed her way out
i never got too close, i never knew how
everything's different with the lights out

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Capo 4 shapes:
Verse: Em C Em (end on D)
Chorus: Em D A
Bridge: C G C G // (but I'm a) Em C D // (heads and birds) C D A Em (end on D)

father hear my pleas, don’t make me scrape my knees
even diogenes, he agrees with me
a syndrome of self neglect is the sin of intellect
holding lanterns to the light is no necessity
 
what good is a god with the head of a falcon
that lives on the body of man?
what sense is the strength of a thoroughbred stallion
running like a scared mare every chance that it can?
what comfort lies in millions of lives
if they’re over before they began?
sometimes it shapes me, sometimes it escapes me
the good of a god in the body of man
 
father hear my cries, i’m not buying alibis
your books so wise disguise the valleys for the peaks
if all your world’s a page you’ll never take the stage
baby steps assuage the magnitude of quantum leaps
 
heaven knows i’m also froze and apples don’t fall far
trust me, any day’s a good day in the shade of where you are
but i’m a prudent teacher’s student and I'm just trying to understand
heads and birds, actions and words
and the good of a god in the body of man

i feel unshakeable sadness
i feel unbreakable guilt
everybody’s just sitting on their axis
it’s just the way my axis tilts
i think a lot about life
i think a lot about death
everybody’s trying to do what’s right
with the life that they got left
 
won’t you tell me what would you rather be
the careless chaff or the worried wheat
 
i’m losing my sense of direction
i’m losing my will to proceed
done running for reelection
im ready to concede
 
who am I to call this hurting
who am I to be afraid
sometimes your blessing is a burden
sometimes a feather is a weight when you're the worried wheat
 
i will get on the saddle
i hope this horse can swim
right now i don't even want to paddle
i’ll be better in the morning

Verse: G Em
Chorus: G Bm Am D
​
I will pretend she is your friend
fantasy’s ideal for me
I will pretend she is your friend
reality is killing me
 
didn’t i say if you live this way
I will never approve?
didn’t I say if you live this way
god will take heaven from you?
didn't I say if you live this way
you’re turning your back on the truth?
thank god for unconditional love or how else
how could I make myself love a sinner like you?
 
didn’t you think about what I thought
did you not think about my belief?
didn’t you try to get by on a diet of guilt and grief?
didn’t you know the way you chose to grow?
now i can’t say I’m proud of how you grew
thank god for unconditional love or how else
could I make myself love a daughter like you?

Verse: G C 
Chorus: D C G // C G
​
if it is true that the world ends
are you ready, are you ready?
if it is true that we all die
are you ready, are you ready?
 
we all share this space
that’s all that matters friends
so let’s all go out singing
i’ll sing with you til the end
 
if it is true that we all pass
are you ready, are you ready?
if it is true that our souls last
will you meet me, will you meet me?

*2nd/3rd verses co-written with Veronica May (1st verse and choruses cover Gospel song of the same name - Lindsay's grandparents Ollie & Bethel can be heard in recording)
 
a land removed from sickness pain and sorrow
no death, no theft, no aching, no more greed
no sad goodbyes but only glad reunions
oh this is just what heaven means to me

what will it be, when we get over yonder
and join the throng upon the glassy sea
to greet our loved ones and sing with them forever
oh this is just what heaven means to me

a people that have minds of understanding
and eyes that follow suit in what they see
they follow all the passages on love
oh this is just what heaven means to me

a swaying eucalyptus on the hillside
where lovebirds sit and sing their melody
surrounded by the people who we love most
oh this is just what heaven means to me