Lone Star

I'm walking under the Lone Star
 Along the rocks and the shiny black water
 At the end of a pier a woman is alone, hands folded, praying
 I left her alone, I didn't feel comfortable staying
 Inside of all of us, this pain, we pity ourselves
 Boo fuckin' hoo
 Well guess what, you fucking asshole?
 It ain't all about you
 There are people in this world who have dead children
 They're deeply grieving
 So quit your bitching, you poor little minor victim
 That woman on the pier was suffering something heavy
 Her eyes were drippin' with tears
 I'm 49 years old and let me tell you something
 I'm intuitive, my dear
 I gave her space, and in my throat was a lump
 And I watched her from a nearby secluded place for an hour and a half and made sure she didn't jump
 Cars beating down the Carquinez Bridge
 Shit coming out the smokestack
 Trains coming down the train tracks
 Starbucks on my walk back
 Cars beating down the Carquinez Bridge
 Shit coming out the smokestack
 Trains coming down the train tracks
 Starbucks on my walk back
 Planted some cacti by the picnic table
 Where the little grey cat is cutely cradled
 And the orange California poppy
 Sniffing the euphoric scent of the Eucalyptics tree
 Walked past the 7-11 I went to the taco truck
 Sunny California day, no rain in April, good luck
 Pet my two favorite cats, they're so cute in their usual tucked away spaces
 They're so cute, I want to eat their faces
 This part of the song sounds like a beautiful Cameron Crowe film score
 Jimmy Page-influenced, or a Nancy Wilson
 All three artists whom I deeply adore
 ♪
 One December under the Christmas tree
 Heart's Dream Boat Annie and Led Zeppelin III
 That's the way it ought to be
 That's the way it ought to be
 ♪
 I was banned by a church leader from playing a city in the state of Texas
 Said he heard from this dude that they read that I was sexist
 I said guess what, San Antonio, Texas?
 I still love you, you Jack Johnson-born and bred state of the country, very best barbecue
 Gonna ban me from San Antonio? No you don't
 I'm gonna be back and play a show and get me some tacos
 At Rosario's
 And North Carolina, let me tell you something
 I reiterate, you take the cake
 For the most beautiful of all hillbilly states
 But you won't let a transgender use a bathroom of their choice?
 What kind of bullshit is that, you good old hillbilly boys
 Gonna play a show in Chapel Hill next year, you'll see
 And all transgenders are invited, I'm gonna let them get in for free
 And they can use the men's bathroom in the venue if they used to be a girl
 And they can use the women's bathroom in the venue if they used to be a boy
 What the fuck is it to you
 They're worthy of dignity and respect and use of any goddamn toilet
 Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck!)
 Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck!)
 Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck!)
 Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck!)
 Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck!)
 Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck!)
 Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck!)
 Why are you fucking wearing that shit? (fuck!)
 Got me some friends over there and they're good smart hillbillies
 Billy and Chucky and Kimmy and Bobby and Becky
 They don't support this transgender law
 They'll be driving to my show in Chapel Hill from Asheville
 I'm from Ohio and therefore I'm a hick
 Call me one, and I won't be offended by it
 Hicks and hillbillies, unite and get along
 Rednecks, bury your axe with transgenders and be strong
 Rednecks, bury the axe with transgenders and be strong
 Rednecks, bury the axe with transgenders and sing along
 ♪
 Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
 Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
 Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
 Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
 Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
 Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
 Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
 Rednecks, lighten up and amend transgender law
 ♪
 When Donald Trump becomes president
 Blame it on Facebook, Yelp and reality TV
 And Twitter and Uber and Google and video games and every other thing that has turned this country
 Into a bunch of dumbed-down slaves of technology
 We wanted dumb headlines, well baby, we got it
 We wanted instant gratification, right well baby, we got it
 We wanted stupid entertainment, baby, we asked for it
 This dumb motherfucker will be on the news every fucking day
 And we willed it
 He is a hundred percent full-on our creation
 He is proof that we choose apps over education
 He is proof of our mind-numbing Internet obsession
 He's the result of our dumb-fuck-starin'-at-our-phones attention span limitations
 ♪
 People sittin' around hatin' on Donald Trump
 We can't face it, but we asked for this junk
 Not directly, but we fail to see
 How our stupidity willed him into candidacy
 Go ahead and take your smartphone out
 Send a tweet to the world and pout pout pout
 We planted the seed, and it's come to its fruition
 Make no mistake, Donald Trump is our creation
 Go ahead and have your 'Oh my fucking God' reaction
 When he's elected, threaten to move to Vancouver, Canada, or Athens, Greece
 ♪
 As George Carlin said one night, "I believe you have to be asleep
 To believe in the American Dream"
 So all of us zone the fuck out a minute, get some popcorn, watch some Trump