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[Intro]
In a spectral spectacle
(Visible colors of light)
Like a ghost in the night
(No mistake… a prism prison break)

[Instrumental]

[Refrain]
The spectral spectacle
(Visible colors of light)
Like a ghost in the night

Devil or angel?
(A spectral spectacle)
Spectacular

[Bridge]
(Alright…)
See the light
(Spectral spectacle… special)
You know…
(Spectral glow)

No mistake… a prism prison break
(No mistake… a prism prison break)

[Refrain]
The spectral spectacle
(Visible colors of light)
Like a ghost in the night

Devil or angel?
(A spectral spectacle)
Spectacular

[Outro]
(Alright…)
See the light
(Spectral spectacle… special)
You know…
(Spectral glow)

Here we go….
(No mistake… a prism prison break)

From the album “Full Blown“

[Upbeat, anthemic rock with driving guitars, pounding drums, handclaps, and big gang vocals. An optimistic, forward-moving chorus that builds into a powerful singalong finale.]

[Intro]
Hey, hey, hey!
Whoa-oh, oh-oh!
Hey, hey, hey!
I’m on my way!

[Verse 1]
I’ve seen the darkness, I’ve felt the rain
I’ve watched the world go round again
Now the morning brings a light
Another chance to get it right

No looking back at yesterday
No wasting time on what they say
I’ve got a dream I can’t ignore
Taking the step means so much more

[Refrain]
Yes…
(I’m on my way)
Hey, hey, hey!

For the best…
(Hey, hey, hey)
I’m on my way
(To a better day)

Yes…
(I’m on my way)
Hey, hey, hey!

Come what may…
(Hey, hey, hey)
I’m on my way
(To a better day)

[Verse 2]
We’re all just trying to find our place
To leave a little hope and grace
A little kindness, a little truth
A chance to dream like we did in youth

We don’t need riches piled up high
Just open hearts and an open sky
And if we stumble, if we fall
We’ll rise together, one and all

[Refrain]
Yes…
(I’m on my way)
Hey, hey, hey!

For the best…
(Hey, hey, hey)
I’m on my way
(To a better day)

Yes…
(I’m on my way)
Hey, hey, hey!

Come what may…
(Hey, hey, hey)
I’m on my way
(To a better day)

[Bridge]
No more waiting for a sign
No more standing out of line
Feel the heartbeat, hear the sound
Telling us there’s a way around

If you hear me, sing along
If you feel it, make it strong
Side by side, we’ll find the way
We’re building a better day!

Hey!
Are you ready?
(Hey, hey, hey!)

Are you coming?
(I’m on my way!)
Keep on moving!
(Hey, hey, hey!)

Keep on believing!
(In a better day!)

[Final Refrain]
Yes…
(I’m on my way)
Hey, hey, hey!

For the best…
(Hey, hey, hey)
I’m on my way
(To a better day)

Yes…
(I’m on my way)
Hey, hey, hey!

Come what may…
(Hey, hey, hey)
I’m on my way
(To a better day)

Yes!
(I’m on my way!)

Hey, hey, hey!
(I’m on my way!)

For the best!
(Hey, hey, hey!)

I’m on my way…
(To a better day!)

[Outro]
Hey, hey, hey!
I’m on my way!

Hey, hey, hey!
To a better day!

Whoa-oh, oh-oh!
We’re on our way!

Yes…
We’re on our way!

From the album “Full Blown“

[Style: Melodic alternative rock with jangling guitars, a hypnotic bass line, driving drums, and a slightly psychedelic edge. Intimate verses build into an infectious, danceable refrain. A song about stumbling into an unexpected answer, only to discover that the answer opens up a more intriguing question.]

[Intro]
Walking in circles
Following signs
Looking for something
I couldn’t define

A door left open
A light in the rain
A voice in the distance
Calling my name

[Verse 1]
I wasn’t looking for a reason
Wasn’t searching for a clue
I was halfway through the evening
When the world came into view

[Pre-Chorus]
You can look until you’re blind
Chase the truth you hope to find
Then the universe rearranges
… questioning the definition of strange

[Refrain]
I stumbled upon…
(The answer)

The question…
(“Be my dancer”)

I stumbled upon…
(The answer)

The question…
(“Will you be my dancer”)

[Verse 2]
The answer wasn’t the ending
… rather another start
The truth worth defending
Leaves a doorway to the heart

One more step into the unknown
One more rhythm in the air
I was dancing on my own
Then I turned and you were there

[Refrain]
I stumbled upon…
(The answer)

The question…
(“Will you be my dancer?”)

I stumbled upon…
(The answer)

The suggestion…
(“Be my dancer”)

The answer came to me
Dancing to the melody
… sets the question free

Step to the left
Step to the right
Turn with the rhythm
Into the light

[Refrain]
I stumbled upon…
(The answer)

The question…
(“Will you be my dancer?”)

I stumbled upon…
(The answer)

The suggestion…
(“Be a dancer”)

I stumbled upon…
(The answer)

Dance…
(At every chance)

I stumbled upon…
(The answer)

The question’s…
(Solution)

“Be a dancer?”
DANCE!

[Final]
I stumbled upon…
(The answer!)
The question…
(“Will you be my dancer!”)

I stumbled upon…
(The answer!)
The solution…
(“Be a dancer!”)

[Outro]
I wasn’t looking
I didn’t plan
I found the answer
When you took my hand

I stumbled upon…
(The answer!)
The question…
(“Be my dancer!”)

One little question
One little chance
I found the answer…

When you asked me to dance.

From the album “Full Blown“

[Style: Psychedelic Science-Rock / Funky Progressive Surf-Rock]

[Intro]
Something happened…
(What went wrong?)
Something’s changing…
(For how long?)

Impact!
(Reaction!)
Cause and effect…
(What’s next?)

[Verse 1]
A little pressure, a little shove
A sudden change we’re thinking of
The signal hits, the system sways
And hesitation fills the days

We see the signs, we know the score
We’ve seen this pattern all before
But knowing isn’t doing, right?
We stall until we lose the light

[Refrain]
Impacted
(Significantly)
Reacted
(Hesitantly)

… why?
(Exactly)

It’s time to improve
(Our move)
Meant… (Move)
Move… (Meant)

MOVEMENT

[Verse 2]
We draw the line, we make the plan
Then change the plan and change again
The facts arrive, the warnings grow
But do we act or take it slow?

A thousand reasons not to start
A thousand ways to miss the mark
Making a choice can shift the frame
And doing nothing’s still a game

[Refrain]
Impacted
(Significantly)
Reacted
(Hesitantly)

… why?
(Exactly)

It’s time to improve
(Our move)
Meant… (Move)
Move… (Meant)

MOVEMENT

Impact (Of intention.)
Reaction (For resolution.)

Move!
(Meant!)
Meant!
(Move!)
Move!
(Meant!)
MEANT TO MOVE!
(… improvement)

[Final Refrain]
Impacted
(Significantly)
Reacted
(Hesitantly)

… why?
(Exactly)

It’s time to improve
(Our move)
Meant… (Move)
Move… (Meant)

MOVEMENT!

[Outro]
Impacted
(Significantly)
No more waiting
(Indefinitely)

… why?
(Exactly)

It’s time to improve
(Our move)
Meant… (Move)
Move… (Meant)

MOVEMENT!

Meant…
(Move)
Move…
(Meant)
The thought…
(The deed)
The need…
(The speed)
Meant…
(Move)
Move…
(Meant)
MOVEMENT!

If the impact is significant…
(Don’t be indifferent!)

From the album “Social Truth“

[Intro]
On your mark…
(Get set…)
Don’t look back…
(No! Not yet!)

One, two…
(One, two…)
And they’re off!
(What a zoo!)

[Verse 1]
Off and running, nobody knows
Where the finish line is, or how it goes
Dust in the air and a blur of faces
Hush! Now… “off to the races!”

[Refrain]
Of all the places…
(I’ve seen and been)
Off to the races…
(Is still foreign)

Chase that rabbit
(Out of habit)
Dare to stop…?
(Feel the riding crop!)

Run (Run, run, run)
No, don’t ask (How come?)
Run (Run, run, run)
… till I say (“You’re done”)

[Verse 2]
The rabbit’s running with a watch in hand
Says there’s no time to understand
The clock keeps ticking, the pace gets rough
But nobody asks who’s setting the stuff

A carrot dangling just ahead
A thousand thoughts inside your head
You think you’re choosing where to go
While someone else controls the show

[Refrain]
Of all the places…
(I’ve seen and been)
Off to the races…
(Is still foreign)

Chase that rabbit
(Out of habit)
You dare to stop…?
(Drop!)
Feel the riding crop!

Run (Run, run, run)
No, don’t ask (How come?)
Run (Run, run, run)
… till I say (“You’re done”)

Who picked the race?
(Who drew the track?)
Who holds the whip?
(Who cracks it back?)

Run!
(Why?)
Run!
(No time to cry)

Run!

Stop…
(Just stop)
Listen…
(What’s that sound?)

Your own thoughts…
(Coming round)
No more chasing…
(No more pace)

Look around…
(Leave the race)

[Final Refrain]
Of all the places…
(I’ve seen and been)
Off to the races…
(Is still foreign)

Chase that rabbit
(Out of habit)
Dare to stop…?
(Forget the crop!)

[Outro]
Run (Run, run, run)
No, don’t ask (How come?)
Run (Run, run, run)
… till I say (“You’re done”)

Of all the places…
(I’ve seen and been)
Off to the races…
(Where does it end?)

Chase that rabbit
(Question the habit)
Dare to stop…?
(You don’t have to trot!)

Run (Run, run, run)
Now ask (How come?)
Run (Run, run, run)
… or turn around!

The rabbit runs…
(The clock still spins)
The crowd still cheers…
(The race begins)

But I stepped off…
(I’m breathing in)

Off to the races…
(Where do I begin?)

From the album “Full Blown“

[Silence]
[Instrumental Intro: Piano, Deep Sub-Bass Synth, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Saxophone, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion]

[Intro]
Step right up!
(Come on in!)
Place your bets!
(You can’t win!)

The rules are changing…
(The fix is in!)
Round and round…
(Here we go again!)

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the big parade
Where the deals are secretly made
Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand
Who’s in charge? The rubber band!

[Chorus]
Rigged rigmarole
(It’s a free for all)
Anything goes
(Slaps and blows)

The role…
(… of the bunghole)
Rigged rigmarole

[Verse 2]
Spin the story, stir the pot
Tell them what they want a lot
Make a promise, break it twice
Sell the wreckage as a paradise

[Chorus]
Rigged rigmarole
(It’s a free for all)
Anything goes
(Slaps and blows)

The role…
(… of the bunghole)
Rigged rigmarole

[Bridge]
Is it a contest?
(Or a con?)
Is it a principle?
(Or just a pawn?)

Is it a circus?
(Who’s the clown?)
Who’s pulling strings…
(While the house burns down?)

[Instrumental]

Round and round!
(Spin the wheel!)
What’s the truth?
(What’s the deal?)

Round and round!
(Watch it fall!)
Rigged rigmarole…
(Free for all!)

The rigmarole is the distraction.
The rules are the real attraction.

[Final Chorus]
Rigged rigmarole
(It’s a free for all)
Anything goes
(Slaps and blows)

The role…
(… of the bunghole)
Rigged rigmarole

[Outro]
Rigged rigmarole
(Spin it some more)
Who’s keeping score?
(Who’s the whore?)

Round and round…
(Here we go…)
Rules for them…
(Didn’t you know?)

One more spin…
(One more lie…)
Rigged rigmarole…
(Until we ask why!)

From the album “Social Truth“

[Intro]
A little less feeling…
A little less there…
A world full of people
Who just don’t care.

You pass me by
With vacant stares…
Is anybody home
Behind that carefully careless airs?

[Verse 1]
You see the trouble
But look away
There’s always tomorrow
There’s nothing to say

Someone is falling
Someone is scared
You step around them
Like nobody’s there

[Chorus]
Are you…
(Carefree?)
… is it true
(Or could it be…)

… not without a care
(You’re without care)
Forgot how to find…
(… being kind?)

[Verse 2]
The news keeps coming
The numbers climb
Another disaster
Another headline

A hand needs holding
A voice needs heard
But you scroll right past it
Without a word

You say, “Not my problem”
You say, “Not my fight”
But indifference grows
In the absence of light

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Is your heart on vacation?
Is your conscience in stagnation?
Did you build a wall so high
You can’t hear the world outside?

[Chorus]
Are you…
(Carefree?)
… is it true
(Or could it be…)

… not without a care
(You’re without care)
Forgot how to find…
(… being kind?)

[Instrumental]

Careless…
(Or care less…?)
Confess…
(Feel less…)

[Bridge]
A little time
A lot more grace
Find the courage
To come face to face

[Final Chorus]
Are you…
(Carefree?)
… is it true
(Or could it be…)

… not without a care
(You’re without care)
Forgot how to find…
(… being kind?)

[Outro]
Are you…
(Carefree?)
Or just unaware?
(Of all that’s there)

… stop and see
(What you could be)
If you remembered
(How to care…)

[Outro]
The world doesn’t need
Another empty stare…

It needs someone
Who’s willing to care.

From the album “Full Blown“

[Silence]
[Instrumental Intro: Piano, Deep Sub-Bass Synth, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Saxophone, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion]

[Intro]
This just might…
(Be a dizzying height)

[Refrain]
He said…
(My head…)
A bit light
(Dreaded)
Light-headed

This just might…
(Be a dizzying height)

[Refrain]
She said…
(My head…)
Feelin’ a bit light
(Dreaded)
Light-headed

This just might…
(Be a dizzying height)
Looking down
(From on high)
Sounds resound
(Hear angels cry)

[Bridge]
From slight…
(Through, “Not quite right”)

[Refrain]
We said…
(Oh, the head…)
Feelin’ a bit light
(Dreaded)
Light-headed

This just might…
(Be a dizzying height)

(My, my, my)
Looking down
(From on high)
Getting a grasp
(On all that’s passed)
Past…
(Can time last?)

[Outro]
(This just might…)
Be a dizzying height!

(Try…)
Looking down
(From on high)
Getting a grasp
(On all that’s passed)
Fast…
(Our time might not last)

From the album “Full Blown“

[Silence]
[Instrumental: Piano, Deep Sub-Bass Synth, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Saxophone, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion]

[Intro]
Welcome to the land of the golden glow!
Where bigger is better…
And subtlety has got to go!

Pucker up!
(Chin up!)
Freeze that smile!
We’re going spastic
(… full on plastic…)
In presidential style!

[Verse 1]
Orange glow and porcelain teeth
Cheekbones climbing way beneath
Lips inflated, eyebrows high
Frozen smiles that could make ya cry

Spray-tan sunsets, lashes wide
A little more on either side
Mirror, mirror, tell me true…
Who’s that staring back at you?

[Pre-Chorus]
Smooth it out, pump it up
Fill the glass and fill the cup
Turn the dial, erase the trace
Everybody wants that face!

[Chorus]
Mar-a-Lago (Face)
What a (Disgrace)
Oh! (No no, no)
Mar-a-Lago (Go)

Gag me with a spoon
(Sure ain’t gonna swoon)
‘Cause this ain’t Halloween
(Do ya know what I mean?)

[Verse 2]
Bee-sting lips and sculpted cheeks
A brand-new look for every week
Botox brows that never bend
A frozen frown that won’t quite end

Porcelain veneers, a polished grin
How much more can you fit in?
Taut as strings and smooth as glass
Beauty’s running out of gas!

[Pre-Chorus]
Smooth it out, pump it up
Fill the glass and fill the cup
Turn the dial, erase the trace
Everybody wants that face!

[Chorus]
Mar-a-Lago (Face)
What a (Disgrace)
Oh! (No no, no)
Mar-a-Lago (Go)

Gag me with a spoon
(Sure ain’t gonna swoon)
‘Cause this ain’t Halloween
(Know what I mean)

[Verse 3]
From the ballroom to the screen
Everybody’s chasing pristine
Flashbulbs pop, the cameras roll
Maximalist is the goal

Natural lines? A mortal sin!
Better smooth that forehead in
Subtlety has left the place
Welcome to the makeover race!

[Bridge]
Who’s got the pout?
(Without a doubt!)
Who’s got the glow?
(Not for real… just for show)

Who’s got the brows?
(Up to the clouds!)
Who’s got the face?
(It’s taking over the place!)

Wait a minute…
Hold that pose!
Can you still laugh?
Will your eyes close…?

[Instrumental]

Pucker!
Freeze!
Tan!
Tease!

It’s not the filler.
It’s not the tan.
It’s not the face of any one fan.

It’s when the subtle disappears,
And every mirror cheers and cheers.

There’s nothing wrong with growing old,
Or choosing what you want to show.
But when the trend becomes a race…
A beautiful face?
(There is no trace)

[Final Chorus]
Mar-a-Lago (Face)
What a (Disgrace)
Oh! (No no, no)
Mar-a-Lago (Go)

Gag me with a spoon
(Sure ain’t gonna swoon)
‘Cause this ain’t Halloween
(Know what I mean)

[Outro]
Mar-a-Lago (Face)
Frozen in (Place)
Smile for the (Show)
Nowhere left to (Go)

Gag me with a spoon
(We’re leaving soon)
When every look’s a magazine…
(Know what I mean!)

About the Song
The aesthetic often referred to as a botched, overly dramatic plastic surgery look associated with certain public figures in the Republican party is known pejoratively as “Mar-a-Lago face” (or “MAGA face”).

The term, named after Donald Trump’s private club in Palm Beach, Florida, describes an aggressive, “maximalist” approach to cosmetic procedures rather than a natural or subtle look. Plastic surgeons and media outlets characterize the look by a specific combination of exaggerated facial enhancements:
• Overfilled features: Unusually smooth, heavy use of dermal fillers that create puffy “bee-sting” lips and highly voluminous, dramatic cheekbones.
• Frozen expressions: Exaggerated use of Botox resulting in completely wrinkle-free visages, taut necks, and frozen or sharply peaked eyebrows (sometimes referred to online as a “Spock brow”).
• Distinct styling: The procedures are frequently paired with specific styling choices, including heavy spray tans, prominent porcelain veneers, dark smoky eye makeup, and large fake eyelashes.

While individuals across the political spectrum undergo cosmetic enhancements, cultural critics and sociologists note that the specific “Mar-a-Lago face” trend is distinguished by its overt, high-visibility nature. Political strategists and commentators suggest the aesthetic has grown popular among some party insiders as a form of deference to Trump’s personal, camera-centric preferences for flashy, stylized beauty standards.

From the album “Social Truth“

[Silence]
[Instrumental Intro: Whistle, Piano, Deep Sub-Bass Synth, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Flute, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion]

[Intro]
When you hear…
(Joy is near)

[Refrain]
Finding the reason to be
(Bliss… and everything’s lovely)
Tickle the soul… (tease)
Laughter (on the breeze)

When you hear…
(It’s here)

[Refrain]
Finding the reason to be
(Bliss… and everything’s lovely)
Tickle the soul… (tease)
Laughter (on the breeze)

It makes a heart smile
(Feelin’ love compile)
When you hear…
(It’s here)

[Refrain]
Finding the reason to be
(Bliss… and everything’s lovely)
Tickle the soul… (tease)
Laughter (on the breeze)

[Bridge]
It makes a heart melt
(When love is felt)
The scene surene
As the dream is seen

When you hear…
(It clear…)
… it’s here

[Instrumental]

[Refrain]
Finding the reason to be
(Bliss… and everything’s lovely)
Tickle the soul… (tease)
Laughter (on the breeze)

[Outro]
Finding the reason to be
(Bliss… and everything’s lovely)
Tickle the soul… (tease)
Laughter (on the breeze)

It makes a heart smile
(Feelin’ love compile)

You heard…
(The word)

From the album “Full Blown“

[Silence]
[Instrumental Intro: Piano, Deep Sub-Bass Synth, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Saxophone, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion]

[Intro]
Step right up!
(Welcome to the show!)
Where the wicked wear a halo
(And the good don’t get to know)

Pull back the curtain
(What’s that you see?)
A mess of madness
(A whole lot of depravity!)

… covered in sadness…

[Verse 1]
There’s a shadow in the mirror
With a smile that doesn’t fit
There’s a promise on the table
And a thief who’s sitting with it

There’s a handshake hiding poison
There’s a contract hiding lies
There’s a thousand little victims
And a million alibis

Take a little bit of conscience
Throw it out the door
When you can’t feel another’s pain
You can always take some more

[Refrain]
Debauch all
(Diabolical)
A spectral
(… of evil)

Lie, cheat, and steal
(All that is real)
No empathy… doesn’t feel
(Launch debauch)

[Verse 2]
Sell the truth for pocket change
Sell the future for a deal
Turn a neighbor into numbers
Turn a wound into a spiel

Make the greedy look like winners
Make the ruthless look refined
Put a price tag on compassion
Leave the human heart behind

If the people start complaining
Call their suffering a show
If the evidence gets ugly
Tell the audience to go

There’s a ladder made of broken trust
And a throne built out of fear
And the ones who climb the highest
Never seem to shed a tear

[Refrain]
Debauch all
(Diabolical)
A spectral
(… of evil)

Lie, cheat, and steal
(All that is real)
No empathy… doesn’t feel
(Launch debauch)

When conscience becomes inconvenient
(Throw conscience away)
When truth becomes a liability
(Make truth obey)

When cruelty becomes business
(And greed becomes law)
When the powerful take everything
(In jaw-dropping awe)

Lie!
(That’s the ticket!)
Cheat!
(Go on, get it!)
Steal!
(What’s the deal?)

No remorse!
(Stay the course!)

Who took the money?
(Who took the cash?)
… it really isn’t funny
(Deserving of a lash)

Who told the lie?
(Money answers why)
Who gets the benefit?
(The ones up high!)

Where’s the conscience?
(Out of sight!)
Where’s the compassion?
(Left the fight!)

What happens next?
(We choose the plot!)
Debauch all?
(Or stop the rot!)

[Refrain]
Debauch all
(Diabolical)
A spectral
(… of evil)

[Final Refrain]
Debauch all
(Diabolical)
A spectral
(… of evil)

Lie, cheat, and steal
(All that is real)
No empathy… doesn’t feel
(Launch debauch!)

[Outro]
Debauch all
(Expose the rot!)
Debauch all
(Forget me not!)

Lie, cheat, and steal
(That’s not the deal!)
No empathy… doesn’t feel
(We know the real!)

[Outro]
No shame!
(Lust fame!)
No conscience?
(Pay the consequence!)
Take it all!
(Watch it fall!)

From the album “Social Truth“

[Silence]
[Instrumental Intro: Piano, Deep Sub-Bass Synth, Harmonica, Organ, Saxophone, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion]

[Intro]
But, but (… butter?)

Well, well, well…
What’s it gonna be?
A bigger pile of weapons…
Or your lunch for free?

You can build a bigger cannon,
You can polish up the brass,
But if everybody’s hungry,
How long’s the party gonna last?

[Verse 1]
There’s a factory on the corner
Making bullets by the ton
There’s a kid across the street
Who hasn’t eaten since the sun

[Pre-Chorus]
Move it to the left
(Move it to the right)
Count the cost
(Of your fight)

[Refrain]
Guns or butter
(You better get some)
Guns or butter
(You just might get none)

Butter’s better
(Guns on the run)
Make you bitter
(Ruin the fun)

[Verse 2]
Build another battleship
Build another missile shield
Who’ll be left to pay the bill
When the hungry take the field?

[Pre-Chorus]
Raise the budget
(Raise the stakes)
Cut the table
(Who cuts the cake?)

[Refrain]
Guns or butter
(You better get some)
Guns or butter
(You just might get none)

Butter’s better
(Guns on the run)
Make you bitter
(Ruin the fun)

[Bridge – Half-time, bass and drums]
Guns might guard the border
(Guns might win a fight)
But butter feeds the children
(Each day through sthe night)

No bread, no butter
(No peace of mind)
No room at the table
(What did you find?)

A mountain of steel
(A mountain of debt)
The biggest gun in the world
Can’t be supper yet!

Guns! Guns! Guns!
(Who’s paying the bill?)
Butter! Butter!
(Who’s working the till?)

Guns! Guns! Guns!
(Shiny and new!)
Butter! Butter!
(What about you?)

What do you eat?
(Bread and butter!)
What do you need?
(Not endless slaughter!)

[Final Refrain]
Guns or butter
(You better get some)
Guns or butter
(You just might get none)

Butter’s better
(Guns on the run)
Make you bitter
(Ruin the fun)

[Outro]
Guns or butter
(It’s not just a game)
Guns or butter
(Who’s left to blame?)

Butter’s better
(When the day is done)
You can’t eat bullets
(But you can feed someone!)

But, but … butter
(Would be better)
Win the battle if you’re able…
And still lose the dinner table.

From the album “Full Blown“

[Silence]
[Instrumental Intro: Piano, Deep Sub-Bass Synth, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Saxophone, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion]

[Intro]
Breaking news!
(Who’s breaking what?)
Another truth!
(Or maybe whatnot!)
The facts are facts
(Until they’re not)
Welcome to the circus
(Where the clowns call the shots!)

[Verse 1]
Wake up, check your timeline
See what everybody knows
Yet another prime time crime
Spun so the rumor grows

A rumor gets a rocket
A lie gets running shoes
And facts are in the corner
With a serious case of the blues

[Refrain]
Social truth
(Are you serious?)
Know’s no couth
(Must be delirious)

Nothing you do
(Is true)
Inflicting your insanity
(On all of humanity)

Shame, shame, shame
(You’re to blame)

[Verse 2]
You bend what is true
Till it breaks in half
Take a fact, twist it n’ spew
Turn the whole thing into laugh

Make an enemy of reason
Make a hero of deceit
Then convince the whole damn crowd
That the lies are indiscreet

[Refrain]
Social truth
(Are you serious?)
Know’s no couth
(Must be delirious)

Nothing you do
(Is true)
Inflicting your insanity
(On all of humanity)

Shame, shame, shame
(You’re to blame)

Truth is not a popularity contest
(Not a vote, not a trend)
A million people repeating a falsehood
(Doesn’t make it true in the end)

You can fool a few
(You can fool a crowd)
You can make a lie
(Sound awfully loud)

But reality keeps knocking
(At the door you barricade)
You can argue with the mirror
(But the image doesn’t fade!)

Fact check!
(What the heck?)
Double check!
(Who’s a wreck?)

Clickbait!
(Too late!)
Truth serum!
(Who can hear ’em?)

Is it factual…
(… or theatrical!)
Can you conceive
(How they believe)
Hook, line, and sinker
(Swallowed the thinker)

[Final Refrain]
Social truth
(Are you serious?)
Know’s no couth
(Must be delirious)

Nothing you do
(Is true)
Inflicting your insanity
(On all of humanity)

Shame, shame, shame
(You’re to blame)

[Outro]
Social truth
(Who’s keeping score?)
Social truth
(We can’t take much more!)

Shame, shame, shame
(Stop playing the game!)
Shame, shame, shame
(Truth isn’t yours to rename!)

Social truth…
(Are you serious?)
Social truth…
(Or just delirious?)

Lame (brain)

From the album “Social Truth“