Songtexte Goodness Gracious - Kevin Gilbert
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                is 
                                                there 
                                                nothing 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                say?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                that 
                                                get 
                                                to 
                                                keep 
                                                looking
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                that 
                                                look 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                pabulum 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                sleepers
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                cult 
                                                of 
                                                brighter 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                mercy 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                crooks
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                broke 
                                                and 
                                                stroking 
                                                vegetables
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there′s 
                                                way 
                                                too 
                                                many 
                                                cooks
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                every 
                                                pot 
                                                    a 
                                                pink 
                                                slip, 
                                                In 
                                                every 
                                                mouth 
                                                    a 
                                                hook
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                listening 
                                                anymore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                the 
                                                spooks 
                                                are 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                White 
                                                House
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they've 
                                                justified 
                                                    a 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                wake 
                                                me 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                notify
 
                                    
                                
                                                We′re 
                                                gonna 
                                                fight 
                                                some 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                not 
                                                many 
                                                people 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                Concern 
                                                is 
                                                getting 
                                                scarcer
 
                                    
                                
                                                True 
                                                compassion 
                                                really 
                                                rare
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                our 
                                                faces. 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                feel 
                                                it 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                air
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                my 
                                                generation′s 
                                                lost
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                burned 
                                                down 
                                                all 
                                                our 
                                                bridges
 
                                    
                                
                                                Before 
                                                we 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                chance 
                                                to 
                                                cross
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                the 
                                                winter 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                discontent 
                                                or 
                                                just 
                                                an 
                                                early 
                                                frost?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                of 
                                                apathy 
                                                    I 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                baby 
                                                boomers 
                                                had 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                and 
                                                wasted 
                                                everything
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                recess 
                                                is 
                                                almost 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                they 
                                                won't 
                                                get 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                swing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                we 
                                                came 
                                                in 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                sex 
                                                that 
                                                isn′t 
                                                dangerous, 
                                                no 
                                                money 
                                                left 
                                                to 
                                                spend
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                the 
                                                cleanup 
                                                crew 
                                                for 
                                                parties
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                were 
                                                too 
                                                young 
                                                to 
                                                attend
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Goodness 
                                                Gracious 
                                                my 
                                                grandma 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                world′s 
                                                    a 
                                                scary 
                                                place 
                                                now,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Things 
                                                were 
                                                different 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                horrors 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                commonplace
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                my 
                                                hair 
                                                starts 
                                                to 
                                                grey?
 
                                    
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