作词 : Gene McDaniels
作曲 : Gene McDaniels
I said I love the life, life I love
Hanging on with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
Hanging up the whole damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Trying to make it real
But compared to what
Slaughter house is killing horse
Twisted children are killing force
Poor dumb rednecks rolling lost
Tired old ladies are kissing doves
And I hate that human love
That stinking mud
Trying to make it real
But compared to what
I said the president
He's got his war
Folks don't know
Just what it's for
No one gives us rhyme or reason
You have one doubt
They call it treason
I said we're chicken feathers
All without one gut
Trying to make it real
But compared to what
Go to church on Sunday
Sleep at night
Trying to duck the wrath of God
Preachers filling us with lies
Telling us what he thinks is right
But he must be some kind of stupid nut
Trying to make it real
Trying to make it real, yeah
Trying to make it real, real, real
Trying to make it real, real, real, yeah
Trying to make it real, real, real, real, yeah
Trying to make it real
Trying to make it real, yeah
But where's the bee
And where's the honey
Where's my God
And where's my money
Unreal values, class distortion
Unwed mother, free abortion
And it kinda bring my young kingdom
He tried, tried to make it real
Compared to what
I said I love the life, life I love
Hanging on with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
Hanging up the whole damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Trying to make it real
But compared to what