Bumpkin

from by Lyle Christine

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I’m not like the people round here, they’re walking on webbed toes
The gene pool dried up round here, the evolution froze
Swivel-eyes are watching me, cause I’m not like them,
They don’t like bright lights round here, they can’t count to ten

I’ve gotta run, I’ve gotta get out of here, I gotta find the new folks who are open minded
They chased away the good ideas round here, attacking reason is the fight that gets these simple folks united
There is no conversation on the streets, there’s just the reek of ignorance from the prejudiced obstructions
There’s got to be somewhere some life on this Earth, I gotta leave this place today each day I pray for an abduction

And last night they knocked at my door, they were high on the beans
For too long I’ve lived round here, I need to quit this scene
They didn’t have much to say last night, they didn’t make much sense
They don’t like bright lights round here, they can’t count to ten

Anyway, step up then look away
Set up, and let’s play maybe we
Separate, hold on I’ll try again

Tell me your name again, what can you recommend
Signed with a borrowed pen, reaching the very end
Of the road you’re taking a bullet for a team you were told
That they don’t care if you rise or fall but you feel big with that weight in your paw, oh yeah

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from Duff Steer, released March 20, 2017

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