Protest — текст песни (Buck 65)

The sun is shining on full blast, it`s garbage day
Air in my tires and all my cares are far away
I`m looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sort of frisky
Plus enough money in my pocket for a quart of whiskey
Tattooed tear drops, confetti, I`ve learned to trust
My animal instincts, when farmer`s fields turn to dust
This is the day we`ve been waiting for all our lives
So let`s write letters to our parents and call our wives
Raise the flag, let`s take a drive and raise our voices
Celebrate our differences, build a bridge and praise our choices
There`s babies crying and it makes it hard to go to sleep
Some days are throw aways and others you`re supposed to keep
Time waits for none of us, even though my watch is slow
And nothing`s for certain but I`m searching for sasquatch
And you know what, the unknown is all part of the plan
For a runaway soul and a hard loving man

Protest, I`ve had it up to here
See ya, get lost, this is what we think of your ideas
Protest, we`re not going to take it
We`ve been through it so make a wish and break it in two

New beginning, I`ve washed my hands and made my bed
Maybe I`ll turn on the television or shave my head
I`m getting kind of bored with the same old cheese and crackers
My plan`s all inside out, my reason`s backwards
Some new air in my lungs is what the doctor ordered
But being exposed makes me feel kind of awkward sort of
Give me a shot in the arm first, the clock`s ticking
I`m watching the water boil, I like to let the plot thicken
I`m ear to ear with good intentions and vibrations, I`m on fire
Sometimes I conspire with Vaughn Squire
Sometimes we go alone, over hills and through the sewers
Try to keep our edges sharp and learn a few maneuvers
The whole world is drying up and everybody`s eyes are red
It`s hard to see or even try to guess of what lies ahead
But you know what, the unknown is all part of the plan
For a runaway soul and a hard loving man