Protest Song (Live)

This next song is a protest song

Ladies and gentlemen, I've suffered for my music

Now it's your turn

All the prophets of doom

Can always find room

In a world full of worry and fear

Tip cigarettes

And chemistry sets

And Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer

So I'm goin' back

To my little ol' shack

And drink me a bottle of wine

That was mis en bouteille

Before my birthday

And have me a fuckin' good time!

Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum

We're marchin' for freedom today, yay!

Turn on your headlights and sound your horn

If people get in the way

Let me turn you on

To thе chromium swan

On the nose of a long limousine

Evеn hire it for the day

It is somethin' to say

But what the hell does it mean?

I may be accused

Of being confused

But I'm average weight for my height

My philosophy

Like color TV

Is all there in black and white

Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum

We're marching for freedom today, yay!

Turn on your headlights and sound your horn

If people get in the way