BETTER GET OUT OF HERE

I better, I better get out of here
I better, I better get out of here

August two thousand and seven, the last secular humanist
With the help of Limbaugh, is flushed from his spider hole
Intellectually there is no debate, for it to work we must collaborate
But if you never learned to love, the next-best thing you’d think of is to hate

I better, I better get out of here
I better, I better get out of here

You’d be out of your depth in a parking lot puddle
You’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer
You’ve got a six-pack, but not that plastic thingie that holds it together
Your men would follow you anywhere out of morbid curiosity
You’re not quite exactly a “has-been,” more of a definite “will not be”

I better, I better get out of here
I better, I better get out of here

If I gave you a penny for your thoughts
You’d probably hand me back some change
When I stand next to you, I can almost hear the ocean
Some drink from the fountain of knowledge
But it seems that you only gargled
It takes you an hour and a half to watch Sixty Minutes

I better, I better get out of here
I better, I better get out of here
I better, I better get out of here

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

BETTER GET OUT OF HERE