LYRICS
You must be kidding me
Can’t believe the things I see
The relativity
Of spacetime gravity
It’s hard to believe
It’s gettin’ heavy
Damn it… the mass of our planet
Causing our morals to plummet
Another sister or brother
Turning on one another
Doesn’t anyone bother?
Make an effort to discover
Protesters protesting protesters
Like prehistoric raptors
Preaching like Southern pastors
More like rat bastards
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Reggae Music
Chords: D G7 / Am C / Am C E / E Am G7 D
Recording: digital 1-track stereo / recorded live
Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards and Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)
From the album The Dread Nots
by Daniel Brouse