From the Cradle - Widespread Panic

Black hole, paradise found

Something so dark and something so bright

Blue skies over our head

Why the hell is everything turning out gray now?

All things are not what they seem

The man behind the curtain is probably mean

Deep six keeps the population down

Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around

Keep your head down, keep your voice down

Ooh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces

They just might find a winner lying on the ground

Learn to take it, try to shake it

You can’t fake it now

From the cradle you’ve been labeled

About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground

Blind luck stumbling into a tree

Would’ve passed by if I could have seen

Got no cares I never felt pressed

I wonder what they’re getting for a pound of flesh?

down now throwing a shoe

Old dogs, new tricks something they can’t use

Deep six keeps the population down

Soaks wet and broke, lost and floating around

Keep your head down, keep your voice down

Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces

They just might find a winner lying on the ground

Learn to take it, try to shake it

Can’t fake it now, now

From the cradle you’ve been labeled

About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground

Black hole, paradise found

Something so dark and something so bright

Blue skies over our head

Why the hell is everything turning out gray hair?

All things are not what they seem

The man behind the curtain is probably mean

Deep six keeps the population down

Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around

Keep your head down, keep your voice down

Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces

They just might find a winner lying on the ground

Learn to take it,

I can’t fake it now, now

From the cradle you’ve been labeled

About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground