Fixer Upper Songtext
von Grace Petrie

I woke up from an awful dream in June of 2016
In a far right fake news fucked up universe
And though we sang the Mountain Goats loud enough to bruise our throats
Every year that followed still got worse and worse

And I read the warnin′ signs of these dark and troubled times
Now I'm tryna keep my head above the waterline
I′m losing sleep on sleeping masses, countin' sheep and greenhouse gases
As doomsday clocks and TikToks say we're runnin′ outta time

But I think this world′s a fixer-upper
Broken, in the middle of a salvage yard
And I know it will be hard
All we've got now is each other
And we′re overwhelmed and wondering where to start
Yeah, I know it will be hard

(Ooh) and maybe I'm delusional (ooh), but I think it could be beautiful
(Ooh) if we could only keep from losing heart (ooh)
Then we might still
Have time to build something better from the parts


When I was young and still naive, I thought that it was guaranteed
That things would change for better, not for worse
But now the place I′m born and grown is pillaged like the end of Rome
It feels just like we're going 90 in reverse

As misinformation thrives, we are fighting for our lives
Just to make sure when the smoke clears there′ll be anythin' left
The road ahead feels bleak and jaded, all my future hopes've faded
I′m sinkin′, overthinkin', over-drinkin′, and bereft

But I think this world's a fixer-upper
Broken, in the middle of a salvage yard
And I know it will be hard
All we′ve got now is each other
And we're overwhelmed and wondering where to start
Yeah, I know it will be hard

(Ooh) and maybe I′m delusional (ooh), but I think it could be beautiful
(Ooh) if we could only keep from losing heart
Then we might still
Have time to build something better from the parts
Something better from the parts


So don't mourn (ooh), we will organise, stronger when we unionise
The sorrow shining in your eyes I'm keepin′ at bay
Don′t mourn, we will organise, stronger when we empathise
Resistance rising like the tides to wash all the winter away
To wash it all away

So grab a spade, yeah, grab a hammer
Plant some seeds and raise a banner
Roll your sleeves and rake the leaves left by the passing storm
Boil the kettle, build a movement, every day some small improvement
Ready ground to lay down all the world yet to be born

Lace your boots and find the shoots
Still strugglin' through the rotted roots
The saplings laid by other folks we will turn into mighty oaks
The battle scars, the broken parts, of dreams who outlasted those hearts
Oh, everything you dream is possible, it′s waitin' to be made
So my comrade, come grab a spade

Because this world′s a fixer-upper (ooh, la, la, la)
Broken, in the middle of a salvage yard (ooh, la, la, la)
(Ooh, la, la, la) and I know it will be hard (ooh, la, la, la)
I go singing for my supper (ooh, la, la, la)
Draggin' half the contents of a salvage yard (ooh, la, la, la)
(Ooh, la, la, la) Lord, I know it will be hard (ooh, la, la, la)

(Ooh, la, la, la) and maybe I′m delusional (ooh, la, la, la)
But I think you are beautiful (ooh, la, la, la)
(Ooh, la, la, la) and if we could just keep from losing heart
(Ooh, la, la, la) we might still (ooh, la, la, la) not rest until
(Ooh, la, la, la) if anybody can, we will (ooh, la, la, la)
We will build something better from the parts