The Gettysburg Address - Lambchop

We hold these truths to be self-evident

We drink beer in bars and act irreverent

The stockings were hung by the window with care

Right next to her shoes and her underwear

You might look at this place and call it a mess

The tray is full of ashes and their sweet caress

And the pain that’s the same

And the pain that’s the same

My Gettysburg address

And the pain that’s the same

And the pain that’s the same

In my Gettysburg address

Loose papers and bottles and other things can be found

An assortment of crap that you put on the ground

Glasses lie on the notebook right next to my pen

Why am I thinking these thoughts again?

As I sit in this chair I’m in need of a rest

After doing the worst at being the best

And for the time being

And for the time being

My Gettysburg address

And for the time being

And for the time being

In my Gettysburg address

I cough up some phlegm and I wipe my nose

And I pick up a few of yesterday’s clothes

I carry the garbage on out to the back

Is it Monday or Tuesday?

I always lose track

Why did she never happen I begin to regress

Why does this one mean more?

Why does that one mean less?

If all men are equal

If all men are equal

My Gettysburg address

And if all men are equal

If all men are equal

My Gettysburg address

And if all men are equal

If all men are equal…