Ninety Two Years - Shawn Phillips

Ninety two years of progress is beginning to decry the toil

City in chaos, country apathetic and there’s something wrong with the soil

Secondhand truth, people so aloof

Don’t you see your senator crying

Helpless, selfless, living off the lifeless

Ain’t no wonder that there’s so much prying

Sillified scenes of mongoloid plans

Anything to make a buck

Riptide, sulphide, throw it in the river

And your water’s going to turn to muck

Maximinity, inferiority, they always gonna go together

Hamlet is the loser and Apollo is the winner

'Cause they tell me that’s the new frontier now

God is on the road, along with Mr. Toad

They’re looking for another planet

Christ is on a cross, he suffered heavy loss

And we’re worshipping a piece of granite

Buddha’s sittin' still, high upon a hill

He couldn’t care one way or the other

Allah’s in the bath, he doesn’t want to laugh

'Cause he’s sick of tellin' us we’re brothers

We go to grow

I say grow

Grow