Sour All Over Songtext
von Ben Weasel

Hey, Jeanette, don′t forget
When you hear that little voice in your head telling you what to do
It's okay, but don′t wait
You'd be solidly disappointed if you mess it up this time too

Seems you're always finding reasons to ignore the voice of reason
You don′t drive an SUV, you′re a phone
Republican and everybody knows it

Hey, Jeanette, don't forget
In a postmodern culture you can′t be expected to care
When in doubt, whip it out
Blame the corporate media whenever life don't seem fair


Seems you′re always finding reasons to ignore the voice of reason
No one's ever heard your favorite bands
If no one ever does, then they can′t sell out

It all turns on originality carefully cultivated
Nobody ever thinks they'll ever be what they most hated

Hey, Jeanette, don't forget
That in all your confusion, there′s some things that won′t ever change
Like the way you can pray for a beautiful
Day and be happy when it ends up raining

You're sour all over, baby
You′re sour all over, baby
You're sour all over, baby
You′re sour all over, baby