Hey Hey Hurray - Ryan Bingham

Hey hey what can you say you might head out to California

Think you got you something to say, who knows who cares anyway

Oh no don’t make a stand you might piss off the government man

He might put a pistol in your hand, put you on a boat to go play in the sand

Sand castles in the sky, Jimmy’s gonna play when I die

Face first in the mud, don’t talk back cause he’s got a gun

On the road driving fast, see how long your heart can last

Can that gypsy see your past, save your ass from the devils wrath

Hell no, I won’t go, I’m gonna roll bones with the devil you know

Take all of his silver and gold, put it in the hands of the poor folks

Hey hey what can you say, is Wal-Mart squeezing out your brain

Whipping your ass with a restaurant chain, pumping that poison in your

Vein

Tell the blind that they will see, but they can’t afford that pharmacy

Cut 'em down if they don’t agree, do you really care what a sick man

Needs

Down on the ground you freaked out clown, can’t be saying them

Things out loud

Better off turning that smile to a frown, hands on your head till you

All calm down

Hey hey what do you say

Is everybody scared of the man these days

Scared to be you, scared to be me

Scared to believe that you can see

People in need, dying of disease

Oh know where do you go, blisters on your feet with your frozen toes

Preacher man trying to save your soul, teaching you things you

Already know

Hey hey what can you say, the cops will taser all of your brains

Can’t be saying those crazy things, ain’t enough money

In change these days

Corporate money singing jing a ling, won’t you believe

In the president’s ways

Give your rights away and say hurray

Hey hey what can say, they pulled the plug on your membrane

Back to the streets with dope to blame, putting your voice back in it’s place

Hey hey what can you say, you think that they can change their ways

I bet they can if they get paid, Prozac will come save the day

Hey hey what can you say, the big man spends your hard earned pay

Yellow brick roads have turned to clay, choking blue collars to a dollar a

Day

Hey hey what can say, shut your mouth or get the way

Speak your mind or go insane, it’s a choice that you can make

How long can you get a long, do ya really need to drop them bombs

Write your words down on a bong, roll that joint and smoke this song