The Evolution of Sympathy

When you cry in first grade, your mom so sweet
Says she loves you and buys you ice cream to eat
When you cry in high school, they smile at you
And say they know exactly what you’re going through
When you cry in college, your roommate tells
You to take your whining somewhere else

This looks like my tenth grade poetry
I can’t recall what it’s supposed to be
I yelled so loud but no one heard
‘Cuz what I was saying wasn’t in my words

When you cry in first grade, your mom so sweet
Says she loves you and buys you ice cream to eat
When you cry in high school, they smile at you
And say they know exactly what you’re going through
When you cry in college, your roommate tells
You to take your problems somewhere else

Sunny outside, dark and cold within
Dancing with angels on the head of a pin
I’d rather be trash than be such a freak
At least the trash gets taken out once a week

When you cry in first grade, your mom so sweet
Says she loves you and buys you ice cream to eat
When you cry in high school, they lie to you
And say they know exactly what you’re going through
When you cry in college, your roommate tells
You to take your whining somewhere else

The Finger

I enjoy my pipe when the feeling comes my way
I enjoy a drink just about every day
And I enjoy that rock & roll more than you could know
They’re gifts from God because he loves me so

Don’t let them tell you you can’t smoke
Don’t let them tell you you can’t chew
Don’t let them tell you you can’t go with girls that do

Don’t let them tell you it’s a sin
God never said it and it’s not true
Don’t let them point their faithless finger down at you

I give thanks to God; He’s always good to me
Delicious Gospel wine - I love to “taste and see”
And I enjoy reality; I won’t close my ears and eyes
They can’t steal away my freedom with their lies

Don’t let them tell you you can’t smoke
Don’t let them tell you you can’t chew
Don’t let them tell you you can’t go with girls that do

Don’t let them tell you you can’t drink
And watch R-rated movies too
Don’t let them throw their faithless rule-book down on you
Don’t let them point their faithless finger down at you

Name Droppin’

I wrote this song yesterday... I really like it, but what else is new?! I think I like it because it "feels really punk" to me. It's pretty serious, but kind of silly at times - definitely a high-energy song. Well, see what you think of it.


Name Droppin'

You came in the name of Frank Sinatra
In a drunken haze when they finally gotcha
They came in the name of a girl named Leslie
Who swooned at the sight of Elvis Presley

We came in the name of Homer Simpson
But he don’t bleed red and he don’t bleed crimson
They came in the name of Abraham Lincoln
From the North to the South without even blinkin’

And we’re all name droppin’
And we’re all brand shoppin’
And there ain’t no stoppin’…

He came in the name of a vile education
Richard McBeef and the new generation
I came in the name of my God and Savior
Well who is your God to judge our behavior

When we’re all name droppin’
And we’re all brand shoppin’
And there ain’t no stoppin’

And we’re all sock hoppin’
And we’re all pill poppin’
And we’re all name droppin’

To live under a name
Maybe Nixon, maybe Kennedy
You live under a name
In a quest for a quick identity

To look at the dark side
Is to have the chance to look away
And you know we’ll do it
Just give us one more… Name

And we’re all Madonna
And we’re all George Bush
And we’re all the Beatles

And we’re all King David
And we’re all King Kong
And we’re all King Cotton

And we’re all Sid Vicious
And we’re all Babe Ruth
And we’re all Joe McCarthy, Fred Flintstone, Neill Armstrong…