You Can't Sue God

WELL THE RAINS WILL COME
AND HURRICANES
AND EARTHQUAKES WILL STRIKE THE GROUND
FAMINES AND FLOODS AND KILLER BEES
LIKE TO STROLL FROM TOWN TO TOWN
BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO YOU CAN’T SUE GOD
OR WE’D ALL BE RICH BY NOW
YOU CAN LAUGH A LITTLE YOU CAN LAUGH A LOT

WHEN YOU STOP TO THINK ABOUT IT
YOU’LL BE DEAD SOON
AND ALL YOUR DREAM LOVERS
UNDER THE COVERS
WON’T BE RIDING TO NO RESCUE
BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO YOU CAN’T SUE GOD
OR WE’D ALL BE RICH BY NOW
YOU CAN LAUGH A LITTLE YOU CAN LAUGH A LOT

NOW UTOPIA IS A LAND WHERE A MAN
CAN CHOSE ANY WEAPON HE PLEASE
WHERE THE MURDER RATE IS EQUAL TO THE HATE
OF ANYBODY DIFFERENT HE SEES
MEANWHILE AT THE SMITHSONIAN
POLITICIANS PICK MY ART FOR ME
WHEN THEY’RE NOT DECIDING WHICH PARTS OF THE BODY
ARE THE STATES, AND WHICH ARE FREE

LAUGH LIKE A CHILD WITH ICE CREAM AND A RED BALOON
LAUGH LIKE HER PARENTS WHEN SHE’S GONE FOR THE AFTERNOON
LAUGH LIKE THEY’RE AIN’T NO CLOCKS
AND THE REAPER ISN’T FOLLOWING YOU
PUT A MESSAGE ON YOUR ANSWERING MACHINE
SAYS YOU’RE LOST WITH THE LAUGHING BLUES

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©2003 Lafe Dutton

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