LYRICS
It’s the law of diminishing returns
It’s quite possible to have had too much
The trick-of-the-matter… knowin’ when it burns
Churn evil n’ hatred and the brimstone such
When you’ve had too much water
… they call it drownin’
When you’re too much the doddler
… then you’re the glutton
When you’e had too much food
… they call you fat pig
When you’ve had too much blood
… the fat cat’s where you’re at
Diminishing returns
He get what he earns
We learn…
We get what we earn
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — C C+Bb
D A
C A
E A
Written and recorded with a live siren driving by in West Chester, Chester County, Pennsylvania.
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
From the album Earthling Country
by Daniel Brouse