I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood... And I remind myself it's all right, it's all good...
I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood And I remind myself it's all right, it's all good It's all love, it's not though Cuz there's a kink in the armor A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, the more I think of the drama So I stand up, I start to pace in my living room Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soon There's a vanity plate, wit my name on it There's a Davy Crocket hat with a masonic fat cat under it A musket rifel spittin' at my feet And want me to dance in the middle of the street And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told But I've offset the bell curve when I do it with so losin' control Guilty feet do have rhythm They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villian Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon And let the thoughts flood, blessed are those who are damned When the levy broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow dance A staircase to a hug with no hands Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command We let the thoughts flood, we remind ourselves it's all right, it's all good It's all love, it's not though Cuz there's a kink in the armor A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father It's a family affair, the vanity we share The water line is rising and we do is stand there..