Jimmy cracked corn, but I didn’t care, at least not at first.
Like Aunt Susan said, man, that guy Jim must be cursed.
There he is all day, cracking his corn for better or worse.
You can fistfight the facts, but pull your head out your ass before your bubble bursts.
Bring out your big ideas, so everyone can see them.
Bring out your biggest sounds, so everyone can hear them.
I’m almost at a loss for what it’d take to keep believing
That things are finally starting to turn around.
I mined my mind for some golden rules. That made my head ache and the room kinda spin,
Laid-out, shit-faced, better off dead, trying to wipe off this shit-eating grin.
I even failed preaching to the choir, since half their ears were made out of tin.
So, I threw up my arms and tried to kill them with charm, but even that, they considered a sin.
Bring out your big ideas, so everyone can see them.
Bring out your biggest sounds, so everyone can hear them.
I’m almost at a loss for what it’d take to keep believing
That things are finally starting to turn around.
I looked up some theses on the tragedy; there’s too many for any one to read.
There were 10,000 pleas and heroic offerings laid at the feet of the beast of greed.
& There was scant defense for the herd of white elephants, charging in a great stampede.
The echo chamber shook when every prick with a book recited their immaculate creed.
Bring out your big ideas, so everyone can see them.
Bring out your biggest sounds, so everyone can hear them.
I’m almost at a loss for what it’d take to keep believing
That things are finally starting to turn around.
I dusted off the gemstones I collected for free in the vast junkyard of dreams.
When a funk wafted up from the rhetorical dump, taken from sea to shining sea.
The scapegoat shepherd cringed when the wretched stench mixed with rancid verbal red meat.
The sacred cows mooed and the fat gorilla screeched. When the music stopped, someone lost their seat.
Bring out your big ideas, so everyone can see them.
Bring out your biggest sounds, so everyone can hear them.
I’m almost at a loss for what it’d take to keep believing
That things are finally starting to turn around.
Yeah, I’m almost at a loss for what it’d take to keep believing
That things are finally starting to turn around.
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