It’s hard to make songs when a war’s going on outside
No man is safe from
And you can run but you can’t hide forever
Mother won’t let up, telling me I should get up
And in the meantime, on that mean grind for cheddar
Underground Master Shredder, gave my brother my leather
Put on a sweater, I counted my change
I added my blessings
I stepped into the rain
To wash my brain