Too Much To Ask - East Coast Avengers

I know it might be too much to ask

Too much to ask

I know it might be

Too much, too much to ask, too much to ask

I know it might be

Too much, too much to ask, too much to ask

I know it might be

Too much, too much to ask, too much to ask

It might be

I’m frustrated like American youth

And my frustration is American-born

And I’m frustrated by American truth

And my frustration is American-worn

But I’m unmoved by tabloid news

And I’m unmoved by tabloid lies

And more unmoved by tabloid blues

And I’m unmoved while tabloids rise

And I disagree with newsstand promos

And disagree with your newsstand lacks

And I disagree with newsstand photos

And disagree with your newsstand stacks

And I’m disappointed with what schools teach

And I’m disappointed how schools perform

And I’m disappointed with how schools preach

And I’m disappointed with school reform

Check it out

Yo, I’m not a fan of the Fox News channel

Although I know many fools get caught up

I’m not a fan of your gun laws and flannel (hm)

Maybe that’s why schools get shot up

The news falls victim to distortion

And placed in back while you surf on your iMac

You wanna save human lives from abortion

But fuck saving them from missiles out in Iraq (it

Makes no sense)

I’m old enough to know I hate Anne Coulter

Yeah, the GOP got ways to enslave you

You can sit here and cry on my shoulder

They may call that subversive behaviour (it's true)

I can’t vouch for these candidates now (why?)

I ain’t seen all the candidates' dirt (okay)

I know they’re all worth thirty billion thou (right)

But they should start doing candidates work

My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one’s country, not to

Its institutions or its office holders.

Country is a

Real thing, a substantial thing, the eternal thing.

It

Is the thing to watch over and care for and be loyal

To.

Its institutions are extraneous;

they’re its mere

Clothing.

Clothing can wear out and become ragged

Cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from

Winter, disease, or death.

To be loyal to rags, to

Shout for rags, to worship rags, to die for rags, that

Is the loyalty of unreason