Wednesday lyric

((Edit: I know it's not Wednesday. Blogger was bloggered in its bloggerhole yesterday, so this is yesterday.)

missed last week!
Last night was amazing. picked up the house. most likely will pick up the senate. plus 9 governors.
the gropernator got reelected, which pisses me off, but hey, some shit gets through.

Ben Folds
Still Fighting It
Rockin' the Suburbs

Good morning son

I am a bird

wearing a brown polyester shirt

You want a coke?

Maybe some fries?

The roast beef combo's only nine ninety five

But it's okay

you don't have to pay

I've got all the change



Everybody knows

it hurts to grow up

but everybody does

it's so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we're still fighting it

and you're so much like me

I'm sorry



Good morning son

twenty years from now

maybe we'll both sit down

and have a few beers

and I can tell

you about today

and how I picked you up

and everything changed

It was pain

sunny days and rain

I knew you'd feel the same things



Everybody knows

it sucks to grow up

and everybody does

and so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we're still fighting it



You'll try and try

and one day you'll fly

away from me



It was pain

sunny days and rain

I knew you'd feel the same things



Everybody knows

it hurts to grow up

and everybody does

and so weird to be back here

let me tell you what

the years go on and

we're still fighting it

and you're so much like me

I'm sorry

Maybe two?

Voices! You're letting voices tell you what to do
when you yourself don't know.
Voices! You got one too, so let it out
and let us know when you're feeling all alone.

Well I know,
There are times when- you're feeling close to the ground
And there's times when- you may feel there's no place to call home
And there's times when- your best friend just seems so far away
And there's times when- the only end in sight is the end

You've got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!
Don't let it get you down.

Problems! I've got em too but keeping them inside is not the thing to do.
Problems! You've got to face hang-ups head-on, before you know they're hangin' you.

You've got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!

All alone yes all alone. Loneliness, it is something we all know.
Woooh all alone, yes all alone. Been there before so please believe me
'cause I know.

Woooooooooh. Sorry to say to your dismay your life is not the only one that you affect.
Don't you realize that a part of all of us will die inside when you yourself are dead.

You've got to come out fighting! Come out fighting! Come out fighting!
Come out fighting!

Warning you, warning you, warning me.

Stay strong brothas an sistahs