I said I love the lie, lie the love, hanging on with push and shove. Possession is the motivation, hanging up the whole damn nation. It's like we always end up in a rut, trying to make it real, but compared to what? Slaughterhouse is killing hogs, twisted children are killing frogs. Poor dumb rednecks rolling logs, tired old ladies are kissing dogs. I hate that human love, that stinking mud, trying to make it real, but compared to what? I said the president, he's got his war, folks don't know just what it's for. No one gives us rhyme or reason, if you have one doubt, they call it treason. I said we're chicken feathers, all without one gut, trying to make it real, but compared to what? We go to church on Sunday, sleepin' up, trying to duck the wrath of God. Preachers filling us with pride, telling what he thinks is right, but he must be some kind of stupid nut. Try to make it real, try to make it real, yeah. Try to make it be real, yeah. Try to make it real, real, real, yeah. Try to make it real, yeah, real, real, real, real. Try to make it real, try to make it real, yeah. But where's the bee and where's the honey? Where's my God and where's my money? Unreal values, vast distortion, unwed mothers, the abortion. And it kind of brings mine, oh, young kingdom. He tried, tried, tried. I tried to make it real, tried to make it real, yeah. Compared to what? Said love's a lie, lies are love, hanging on with push and shove. Possession is the motivation, hanging up the whole damn nation. Looks like we always end up in a rut. Try to make it real, but compared to what? Try to make it real, yeah.