Kingsley Flood - Pick Your Battles Lyrics
Good boy do what mama saysBleed your blood until it’s redToss another dime in hat, colonize your bedroom map, keep your revolution eyes wetI am thoroughly impressedClassy course catalog well readNow you talk about the out and down, walk about with burning crown, wonder why the kiddies don’t begChorus:And I know why your change is never comingIt feels fine to shame a setting sunNow it’s high time, you leave your war aloneBetter pick your battlesNow you preach on a pulpit built to lastWith your gold collar covered up in ragsAnd you call yourself a weathervane, find a puddle call it rain, pass them baskets fastChorusI’ve seen the hollow manAnd I’ve been smitten selling stories of his handsBut bright lights spur submission, honeybee television, taste a little nectar and you’re goneChorus