Song | Uh Huh |
Artist | Sims |
Album | Field Notes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[Intro] | |
[Verse 1] | |
The place I’m standing in, planted with mannequins | |
Painted in their calendars, it’s dinner with the Blandersons | |
Talk about their business and the stale ideas they champion | |
Christian Coalition save the sinners on the campuses | |
They pulled their weapons out, they had a banner year | |
I know no prison I just yell it in their ear | |
I know no average men, I’m stone cold analyst | |
Behind those pearly eyes evil I recognize what’s happening | |
[Hook] | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over | |
[Verse 2] | |
Now I ain’t no atheist aching or making blanketed statements | |
I’ll just say it, they way they play it is dangerous | |
Which last day is it? who do I save again? who am I pagan then? | |
I’m lost, I’m gone | |
The rest gonna pay the cost for you to bear that cross | |
Ending of the clear-cut path, follow but you end up lost | |
Won’t come back, y’all know that, I suggest you throttle back | |
But instead you’re on the gas, the match, the scratch | |
You make the world go boom | |
Gonna end it too soon, so I left the room | |
The things they say, they things they do | |
I’m anti red and anti blue | |
I could’ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo | |
But then there’s you | |
[Hook] | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over | |
[Verse 3] | |
Now you knew it | |
It’s fruitless like a rhyme with oranges | |
The results are manufactured like a war on christmas | |
A distraction from the war between the muslims and christians | |
And you get like, “eww, shit, well that’s none of my business” | |
And I ain’t no judge or jury but you’re spending my taxes | |
And the tactics in practice are indefensibly backwards | |
The problem with dominance is the outcome is ominous | |
Honest to god | |
None of them are honest to god | |
They insist that it’s this, or that’s it | |
Take a buck but they won't give an inch | |
Who’s convinced? | |
The things they say, they things they do | |
I’m anti red and anti blue | |
I could’ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo | |
But then there’s you | |
[Hook] | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over | |
[Verse 4] | |
Okay, there’s Pat, and Jack, and Roxanne | |
With a new spin and a new plan on an old planet | |
With no room for me to stand | |
So I’ll drink this Kool Aid and I’ll catch this comet | |
A common climate | |
There’s no air up there, down here | |
But I got long hair, don’t care, caveman | |
Furthermore my ancestors never rode on dinosaurs | |
I’ve been having this argument for 6,000 years | |
And it only brought me here | |
But I only state facts, they disregard math | |
They say he’s on the way back | |
And they legislate that | |
So I talk shit and hold my dick like, “you don’t know nothing” | |
Sell me another last day and see if I give you something | |
Uh huh |
Intro | |
Verse 1 | |
The place I' m standing in, planted with mannequins | |
Painted in their calendars, it' s dinner with the Blandersons | |
Talk about their business and the stale ideas they champion | |
Christian Coalition save the sinners on the campuses | |
They pulled their weapons out, they had a banner year | |
I know no prison I just yell it in their ear | |
I know no average men, I' m stone cold analyst | |
Behind those pearly eyes evil I recognize what' s happening | |
Hook | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they' re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it' s over | |
Verse 2 | |
Now I ain' t no atheist aching or making blanketed statements | |
I' ll just say it, they way they play it is dangerous | |
Which last day is it? who do I save again? who am I pagan then? | |
I' m lost, I' m gone | |
The rest gonna pay the cost for you to bear that cross | |
Ending of the clearcut path, follow but you end up lost | |
Won' t come back, y' all know that, I suggest you throttle back | |
But instead you' re on the gas, the match, the scratch | |
You make the world go boom | |
Gonna end it too soon, so I left the room | |
The things they say, they things they do | |
I' m anti red and anti blue | |
I could' ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo | |
But then there' s you | |
Hook | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they' re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it' s over | |
Verse 3 | |
Now you knew it | |
It' s fruitless like a rhyme with oranges | |
The results are manufactured like a war on christmas | |
A distraction from the war between the muslims and christians | |
And you get like, " eww, shit, well that' s none of my business" | |
And I ain' t no judge or jury but you' re spending my taxes | |
And the tactics in practice are indefensibly backwards | |
The problem with dominance is the outcome is ominous | |
Honest to god | |
None of them are honest to god | |
They insist that it' s this, or that' s it | |
Take a buck but they won' t give an inch | |
Who' s convinced? | |
The things they say, they things they do | |
I' m anti red and anti blue | |
I could' ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo | |
But then there' s you | |
Hook | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they' re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it' s over | |
Verse 4 | |
Okay, there' s Pat, and Jack, and Roxanne | |
With a new spin and a new plan on an old planet | |
With no room for me to stand | |
So I' ll drink this Kool Aid and I' ll catch this comet | |
A common climate | |
There' s no air up there, down here | |
But I got long hair, don' t care, caveman | |
Furthermore my ancestors never rode on dinosaurs | |
I' ve been having this argument for 6, 000 years | |
And it only brought me here | |
But I only state facts, they disregard math | |
They say he' s on the way back | |
And they legislate that | |
So I talk shit and hold my dick like, " you don' t know nothing" | |
Sell me another last day and see if I give you something | |
Uh huh |
Intro | |
Verse 1 | |
The place I' m standing in, planted with mannequins | |
Painted in their calendars, it' s dinner with the Blandersons | |
Talk about their business and the stale ideas they champion | |
Christian Coalition save the sinners on the campuses | |
They pulled their weapons out, they had a banner year | |
I know no prison I just yell it in their ear | |
I know no average men, I' m stone cold analyst | |
Behind those pearly eyes evil I recognize what' s happening | |
Hook | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they' re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it' s over | |
Verse 2 | |
Now I ain' t no atheist aching or making blanketed statements | |
I' ll just say it, they way they play it is dangerous | |
Which last day is it? who do I save again? who am I pagan then? | |
I' m lost, I' m gone | |
The rest gonna pay the cost for you to bear that cross | |
Ending of the clearcut path, follow but you end up lost | |
Won' t come back, y' all know that, I suggest you throttle back | |
But instead you' re on the gas, the match, the scratch | |
You make the world go boom | |
Gonna end it too soon, so I left the room | |
The things they say, they things they do | |
I' m anti red and anti blue | |
I could' ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo | |
But then there' s you | |
Hook | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they' re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it' s over | |
Verse 3 | |
Now you knew it | |
It' s fruitless like a rhyme with oranges | |
The results are manufactured like a war on christmas | |
A distraction from the war between the muslims and christians | |
And you get like, " eww, shit, well that' s none of my business" | |
And I ain' t no judge or jury but you' re spending my taxes | |
And the tactics in practice are indefensibly backwards | |
The problem with dominance is the outcome is ominous | |
Honest to god | |
None of them are honest to god | |
They insist that it' s this, or that' s it | |
Take a buck but they won' t give an inch | |
Who' s convinced? | |
The things they say, they things they do | |
I' m anti red and anti blue | |
I could' ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo | |
But then there' s you | |
Hook | |
Uh huh, uh huh, they think they' re pulling one over | |
Uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it' s over | |
Verse 4 | |
Okay, there' s Pat, and Jack, and Roxanne | |
With a new spin and a new plan on an old planet | |
With no room for me to stand | |
So I' ll drink this Kool Aid and I' ll catch this comet | |
A common climate | |
There' s no air up there, down here | |
But I got long hair, don' t care, caveman | |
Furthermore my ancestors never rode on dinosaurs | |
I' ve been having this argument for 6, 000 years | |
And it only brought me here | |
But I only state facts, they disregard math | |
They say he' s on the way back | |
And they legislate that | |
So I talk shit and hold my dick like, " you don' t know nothing" | |
Sell me another last day and see if I give you something | |
Uh huh |