Protest

The sun is shining on full blast, its garbage day
Air in my tires and all my cares are far away
Im looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sort of frisky
Plus enough money in my pocket for a quart of whiskey
Tattooed tear drops, confetti, Ive learned to trust
My animal instincts, when farmers fields turn to dust
This is the day weve been waiting for all our lives
So lets write letters to our parents and call our wives
Raise the flag, lets take a drive and raise our voices
Celebrate our differences, build a bridge and praise our choices
Theres babies crying and it makes it hard to go to sleep
Some days are throw aways and others youre supposed to keep
Time waits for none of us, even though my watch is slow
And nothings for certain but Im searching for sasquatch
And you know what, the unknown is all part of the plan
For a runaway soul and a hard loving man
Protest, Ive had it up to here
See ya, get lost, this is what we think of your ideas
Protest, were not going to take it
Weve been through it so make a wish and break it in two
New beginning, Ive washed my hands and made my bed
Maybe Ill turn on the television or shave my head
Im getting kind of bored with the same old cheese and crackers
My plans all inside out, my reasons backwards
Some new air in my lungs is what the doctor ordered
But being exposed makes me feel kind of awkward sort of
Give me a shot in the arm first, the clocks ticking
Im watching the water boil, I like to let the plot thicken
Im ear to ear with good intentions and vibrations, Im on fire
Sometimes I conspire with Vaughn Squire
Sometimes we go alone , over hills and through the sewers
Try to keep our edges sharp and learn a few maneuvers
The whole world is drying up and everybodys eyes are red
Its hard to see or even try to guess of what lies ahead
But you know what, the unknown is all part of the plan
For a runaway soul and a hard loving man