Stephen Bard - Whattatellya

I don't know what to tell ya
In an off white house was an orange man
Slung his trash out into a garbage can
That had no lid
Over it fell
Walking by
A little kid said
What the hell
He said I don’t smell a thing
Do you
Kid didn’t know if it was true
I don’t know what to tell ya
I don’t know what to tell ya
I don’t know what to
Black and blue bleed and the lines are blurred
Who could ever read such a twisted word
Tired man knocks on a padlocked door
Not sure what he’s knocking for
In ’94 man he was 52
What on earth you supposed to do
I don’t know what to tell ya
I don’t know what to tell ya
I don’t know what to tell ya
Man that old house party’s just a racket when
There’s only two that me and you can ever attend
Go and throw a third right down the block
The entire fucking circus goes into shock
Whole thing’s a crock and without a clue
What on earth we supposed to do
I don’t know what to tell ya
I don’t know what to tell ya
I don’t know what to tell ya
Wondering where all the first fathers went
They all had the ability to reinvent
I’m talking re-imagination of the coming time
Brother can you spare a new paradigm?
Shredding up the documents that they all drew
Kids won’t know if it was true
I don't know what to tell ya

Written by:
Stephen Bard

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