Sometimes It's Easy to Turn Off the News
I wish our ideas were covered in gold
So somebody would take an interest in them
And I hope for the time when our days won't be counted
Down by the hour until we get home
I think that we ought to know where we come from
And think about all the things that we hated
Are they just things you can't do or just things you won't
If you're not scared of anything what's holding you back
Some days I wish I would walk around more
Than just the one trip outside to my mailbox
I've fallen into I don't want to move
Work through the evening and sleep through the day
If you're coming to my house then we're sharing a beer
We'll talk about politics and the state of the world
Cause it's this day in age when honesty's faltered
And when it prevails it's in the worst way
Look at the jackasses on that podium
Never have I talked so much back to my TV
Applause and interruption and shouting matches
Sometimes it's easy to turn off the news
Autor(es): Sloth Hands
