Protest Song

All the prophets of doom
Can always find room
In a world full of worry and fear
Tips cigarettes and chemistry sets
And Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer
So I'm goin' back to my little ol' shack
And drink me a bottle of wine
That was mis en bouteille before my birthday
And have me a fuckin' good time!

Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum
We're marchin' for freedom today hey!
Turn on your headlights and sound your horn
If people get in the way

Let me turn you on to the Chromium Swan
On the the nose of a long limousine
Even hired for the day
It is somethin' to say
But what the hell does it mean?
I may be accused of bein' confused
But I'm average weight for my height
My phil-o-so-phy like color TV
Is all there in black and white

RAI - Rain on a tin roof sounds like a drum
We're marchin' for freedom today hey!
Turn on your headlights and sound your horn
(honk honk) if people get in the way