Compared To What (2020 Remaster) Songtext
von Roberta Flack
Compared To What (2020 Remaster) Songtext
I said love the lie, lie the love
Hangin′ on with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
Hangin' up the whole damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Tryin′ to make it real
But compared to what?
Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs
Twisted children are killin' frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin′ logs
Tired old ladies are kissin′ dogs
And I hate that human love, that stinkin' mud
Tryin′ to make it real
But compared to what?
Said the President, he's got his war
Folks don′t know just what it's for
No one gives us rhyme or reason
If you have one doubt, they call it treason
I said we′re chicken feathers, all without one gut
Tryin' to make it real
But compared to what?
Go to church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin' to duck the wrath of God
Preacher′s fillin′ us with fright
Tellin' what he thinks is right
But he must be in some kind of stupid nut
He tries to make it real
Try to make it real, yeah
Try to make it real, real, real
Try to make it real
Real, real, yeah
Try to make it real, yeah
Real, real, real, real
Try to make it real
Try to make it real, yeah
But where′s that bee and where's the honey?
Where′s my God and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
And it kinda brings to mind an old young king died
He tried, tried, tried
Try to make it real
Try to make it real, yeah
But compared to what?
Said love the lie, lie the love
Hangin′ on with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
Hangin' up the whole damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Tryin' to make it real
But compared to what?
Hangin′ on with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
Hangin' up the whole damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Tryin′ to make it real
But compared to what?
Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs
Twisted children are killin' frogs
Poor dumb rednecks rollin′ logs
Tired old ladies are kissin′ dogs
And I hate that human love, that stinkin' mud
Tryin′ to make it real
But compared to what?
Said the President, he's got his war
Folks don′t know just what it's for
No one gives us rhyme or reason
If you have one doubt, they call it treason
I said we′re chicken feathers, all without one gut
Tryin' to make it real
But compared to what?
Go to church on Sunday, sleep and nod
Tryin' to duck the wrath of God
Preacher′s fillin′ us with fright
Tellin' what he thinks is right
But he must be in some kind of stupid nut
He tries to make it real
Try to make it real, yeah
Try to make it real, real, real
Try to make it real
Real, real, yeah
Try to make it real, yeah
Real, real, real, real
Try to make it real
Try to make it real, yeah
But where′s that bee and where's the honey?
Where′s my God and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
And it kinda brings to mind an old young king died
He tried, tried, tried
Try to make it real
Try to make it real, yeah
But compared to what?
Said love the lie, lie the love
Hangin′ on with push and shove
Possession is the motivation
Hangin' up the whole damn nation
Looks like we always end up in a rut
Tryin' to make it real
But compared to what?
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