Now, somebody is out there on a streetcorner
preaching about the evils of the people who are
voting on the right while I'm working in a kitchen
chopping parsley and lettuce and washing up the
dishes till the end of the night. When i stumble
down the streetcorner to buy myself a pony full of
paint thinner, bourbon, a girly mag or two and
blah blah blah goes the man on the corner and i'll
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/Utv ]never understand how it relates to me and you.
What do i know? What do i care? If i close my
eyes. I'm blindsided. In a barroom the Tv is
flashing like a fire, and warning of the future
like a prophet from the past, the radio is blaring
like a siren in the corner, and telling you to
prepare for an all out attack, the newspaper reads
like a page from the bible and tells us a tale of
impending doom, but blind, deaf and dumb are we
and all we really care about is who can drink the
most before he goes to the bathroom.