Fine

George Washington and All his slaves, they were Hangin' outside, down by Tom Sawyer's cave, when Henry exclaimed, "George, sometimes You can be kind of a dick!" And George put down his pipe And he picked up his whip, he said: "Fine, fine, fine It's fine, you've got me this time I am yours, but You'll always be mine Together, 'til the end of time" I was born rich Three-quarters protestant Connections at Harvard, and a Wonderful work ethic, but When you walk on by On the cobblestones With your high-heeled shoes And your face in your phone And your glass of wine And your beautiful friends I just hope and pray That the world will end Oh, if God was a douchebag On the thirty-third floor Smokin' fake cigarettes In a bathroom with a transparent door Could I fall on my knees? Could I say "Hallelu-"? Would he smile at me? Could I turn to him and say: "Fine, fine, fine It's fine, you've got me this time I am yours, but You'll always be mine Together, 'til the end of time" George Washington and All his friends, they were Dyin' in the snow, they were Prayin' for the end When George, he turned to camera three He was lookin' right at me Said, "We're not dyin' for your love, son We're dyin' to be free And I know that freedom falters When it's built with human hands But here's the sword my friends have given me And I've got no other plans" I said, "George, I am sorry I have treated you Unlike my mother taught me And in this distance Where I live like a pharaoh, I can Claim that my life is on The straight and narrow But I am grateful That my great-great-great-great-grandfather Fought in the fields And escaped from the slaughter And I am grateful That my great-great-great-grandmother Worked her own fields And left them To her daughters And when my grandfather Went out in the clubs, he was Greeted with kindness, he was Greeted with love, with his Beautiful family, he could go Wherever he pleased, find a Pillow for his head, wipe the Dust off his feet. If you Write it all down, and you read real careful I can tell that my life's more Zantzinger that Carroll When I was born I was wrapped in a sheet, I was Laid in a crib, and the First time that I went to sleep, from the Walls of the room, in that hospital so white, came the Ghosts of my family, they were Great forms of light And some of them are bloody And some of them are clean, and they Lay their hands on my head, and they Started to sing, they sang: "Fine, fine, fine It's fine, you've got me this time I am yours, but You'll always be mine Together, 'til the end of time"