Drink It Down

First there's the oldest, he plows the field Keeps a rasher in his back pocket, just like his father did His wife is a rocket, but she'll never yield At least his land is fertile, at least he has his field The younger brother's stupid, who wants to be in power And smart enough to have it, and smart enough to cower And emerges from the flames after everything turns sour This land is all you said they'd put him in power Who never did anything wrong, he cried, down from his tower Who never did anything wrong, he said they'd put him in power They're not our people, so drink it down It's all surreal, drink it down One more for the road, drink it down One more for the road, shoot it down Now hold on a minute, looks better through a vignette There's an interest and everyone seems to forget Every bloodline's got blood Blood on his hands And there's something that's rotten that we can't understand What is it to be human? What is it to be pure? An itching for something different that burns to the core It's the sky that's important, not the land, not the shore It's the sense of belonging, as I dance a little bit more We squeezed the tide in but we got no soul This land was ours but we're in our soil This mad talk says let's give him a crown They took our jobs, drink one more down That wasn't Jesus, that was just some fucker in a dressing gown That wasn't Jesus, that was just some fucker in a dressing gown And the oldest emptied his pocket and he chews the fat And his wife's a rocket, but he'll never leave that And the youngest is on the pulpit, swings a baseball bat And the mob finds one more Someone else to make a face at What is it to be human? What is it to be pure? A god-forsaken beauty that burns to the core It's the sky that's important, not the land, not the shore It's the rocket that's important as I carry around the door And now you know what I was looking for And now you know what I was looking for