Kevin Gilbert - Goodness Gracious (acoustic) lyrics

Goodness Gracious is there nothing left to say? When the ones that get to keep looking Are the ones that look away It's pabulum for the sleepers In the cult of brighter days Cult of brighter days Goodness Gracious at the mercy of the crooks We're broke and stroking vegetables And there's way too many cooks In every pot a pink slip, In every mouth a hook Every mouth a hook Goodness Gracious I'm not listening anymore Cause the spooks are in the White House And they've justified a war So wake me when they notify We're gonna fight some more We're gonna fight some more Goodness Gracious not many people care Concern is getting scarcer True compa**ion really rare I can see it on our faces, I can feel it in the air Goodness Gracious me Goodness Gracious my generation's lost They burned down all our bridges Before we had a chance to cross Is it the winter of our discontent or just an early frost? Just an early frost? Goodness Gracious of apathy I sing The baby boomers had it all and wasted everything Now recess is almost over And they won't get off the swing Won't get off the swing Goodness Gracious we came in at the end No s** that isn't dangerous, no money left to spend We're the cleanup crew for parties We were too young to attend Goodness Gracious me Goodness Gracious we came in at the end No s** that isn't dangerous, no money left to spend We're the cleanup crew for parties We were too young to attend Goodness Gracious me Goodness Gracious my grandma used to say The world's a scary place now Things were different in her day What horrors will be commonplace When my hair starts to gray?