Philosophical Lyrics

Mad Planet Boogie

You’re a really pretty planet

But you sure give me the blues

You’re a really pretty planet 

But you sure give me the blues

You think when somebody wins

Somebody else has got to lose.


You’re a really pretty planet

But you sure believe a pack of lies

You’re a really pretty planet

But you sure believe a pack of lies


You think if something’s gunna’ live

Then some other thing has got to die.


You got so much separation

I’m in need of preparation H

You got so much separation

I’m in need of preparation H

Cause’ it’s a pain in the butt to walk around

With all this fear and hate.


Well I’m droppin’ all this drama and I’m

Headin’ up to Heaven’s gate

Well I’m droppin’ all this drama and I’m

Headin’ up to Heaven’s gate

Where everything is one and I don’t need no 

Preparation H.

What Will We Say To Our Children

What will we say to our children When they can't go out to play

Because what they're breathing might kill them

And they ask us how it got this way


What will we say to our children

When they cannot dig in the sand

Because what we dumped there might kill them

And they don't just quite understand


Somehow the big picture really gets lost as we're laughing our way to the bank

We're just not looking at what it will cost those who come after the damage is done

Are we surprised they're so bitter so young?


And now what will we say to our children

When they cannot splash in the sea

Because all the poisons might kill them

And they ask us how this could be?


What do we say to our children

We entice them to try cigarettes

When we all know good and well they will kill them

But why haven't we stopped it yet?


Somehow the big picture really gets lost

As we're laughing our way to the bank

We're just not looking at what it will cost those who come after the damage is done

Are we surprised they're so bitter so young?


And now what will we way to our children

When beautiful trees are destroyed

How can we tell them we killed them

To make supermarket tabloids


What will we say to our children

When their friend is put in the ground

Because daddy's pistol has killed him

Why do we keep guns around?


What do we say to our children

What do we say to our children