Lyrics Ninety Two Years - Shawn Phillips
Ninety
two
years
of
progress
is
beginning
to
decry
the
toil
City
in
chaos,
country
apathetic
and
there's
something
wrong
with
the
soil
Secondhand
truth,
people
so
aloof
Don't
you
see
your
senator
crying
Helpless,
selfless,
living
off
the
lifeless
Ain't
no
wonder
that
there's
so
much
prying
Sillified
scenes
of
mongoloid
plans
Anything
to
make
a
buck
Riptide,
sulphide,
throw
it
in
the
river
And
your
water's
going
to
turn
to
muck
Maximinity,
inferiority,
they
always
gonna
go
together
Hamlet
is
the
loser
and
Apollo
is
the
winner
'Cause
they
tell
me
that's
the
new
frontier
now
God
is
on
the
road,
along
with
Mr.
Toad
They're
looking
for
another
planet
Christ
is
on
a
cross,
he
suffered
heavy
loss
And
we're
worshipping
a
piece
of
granite
Buddha's
sittin'
still,
high
upon
a
hill
He
couldn't
care
one
way
or
the
other
Allah's
in
the
bath,
he
doesn't
want
to
laugh
'Cause
he's
sick
of
tellin'
us
we're
brothers
We
go
to
grow
I
say
grow
Grow
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