Blindsided
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 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.
