Too much information, baby, discipline
So much aggravation, baby, it's a drag
Too much hesitation, maybe, I'm feeling low
Without complication, maybe, without woe, yeah

I got concentration, baby, in my eye
It's a fetid nation, maybe, it's a drag
An abomination, maybe, but I won't cry
Without complication, baby, without woe, yeah

Let's have compensation, maybe, for your crimes
Evil men still living but they are fine
It's an evil nation, baby, death and dying
Looking out the window, baby, it's on fire, yeah

It's an easy living, baby, when you're dying
On an empty stomach, maybe, but feeling fine
Holler when you're yonder, baby, what's it like?
Often we do wonder, maybe, about the afterlife, yeah

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Writer(s): John Dwyer