LYRICS
I must concede
When I was young
Mama told me
Don’t always believe what you read
As I grew up, it was easy to see
Obviously
Truth in here wisdom… clearly
Over the top ridiculous
I’m talking over-the-top
Say, “Way, way, way”
Over-the-top ridiculous
The illustrious us
Believe it or not there’s a social rot
A conspiracy to create conspiracy theory
Clearly, due to the lack of transparency
As I grew up, it was easy to see
Truth in the wisdom my Mama taught me
Eyeball deep in bull$hit
Throwing a tizzy fit
There ain’t no doubt about it
Probably time we own it
Under the bus
Illustrious us
Ill-us-trio-us
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Alternative Folk Rock
Chords: E A / E G A B7 E
Recording: original take / digital 1-track stereo
Vocals, Guitar
From the album AD
by Daniel Brouse