Compared to What - Live at Montreux Jazz Festival, June 21 or 22, 1969

I love to lie and lie to love
 I'm hangin' on they push and shove
 Possession is the motivation
 That is hangin' up the goddamn nation
 Looks like we always end up in a rut
 Everybody now
 Tryin' to make it real compared to what
 Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs
 Twisted children killin' frogs
 Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs
 Tired old ladies kissin' dogs
 I hate the human love of that stinking mutt
 I can't use it
 Tryin' to make it real compared to what
 President he's got his war
 Folks don't know just what it's for
 Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
 Have one doubt they call it treason
 We're chicken feathers
 All without one nut goddamn it
 Tryin' to make it real compared to what
 Church on Sunday sleep and nod
 Tryin' to duck the wrath of God
 Preachers fillin' us with fright
 They all tryin' to teach us what they think is right
 They really got to be some kind of nut
 I can't use it
 Tryin' to make it real compared to what
 Where's that bee and where's that honey
 Where's my God and where's my money
 Unreal values a crass distortion
 Unwed mothers need abortion
 Kind of brings to mind old young King Tut
 He did it now
 Tried to make it real compared to what
 Tryin' to make it real compared to what