frail grasp on the big picture

well

ain't it a shame

that our short little memory

never seem to learn

the lessons of history

we keep makin' the same mistakes

over and over and over and over again

and then we wonder why

we're in the shape we're in

good ol' boys down at the bar

peanuts and politics

they think they know it all

they don't know much of nothing

even if one of them was to read a newspaper

cover-to-cover

that ain't what's going on

journalism's dead and gone

frail grasp on the big picture

light fading and the fog is getting thicker

it's a frail grasp on the big picture

dark ages

you my love-drunk friend

all that red wine and candlelight

soulful conversations

that go on until the dawn

how many times can you tell your story?

how many hangovers can you endure

just to get some snogging done?

you're living in a hormone dream

you don't have the slightest notion

what long-term love is all about

all your romantic liaisons

don't deal with eternal questions like: who left the cap off the freaking toothpaste?

whose turn to take the garbage out?

frail grasp on the big picture

you keep on rubbin' that

you're gonna get a blister

it's a frail grasp on the big picture

i've seen it all before

and we pray to our lord

who

we know

is american

he reigns from on high

he speaks to us through middlemen

and he shepherds his flock

we sing out and we praise his name

he supports us in war

he presides over football games

and the right will prevail

all our troubles shall be resolved

we hold faith above all

unless there's money or sex involved

frail grasp on the big picture

nobody's calling them for roughing up the kicker

it's a frail grasp on the big picture

heaven help us

frail grasp on the big picture

all waiting for that miracle elixir

frail grasp on the big picture

i don't wonder anymore

frail grasp on the big picture

somebody says

you brought her here