Mark Kozelek - Lone Star lyrics

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 f**in' hoo Well guess what, you f**ing a**hole? It ain't all about you There are people in this world who have dead children They're deeply grieving So quit your b**hing, 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 sh** coming out the smokestack Trains coming down the train tracks Starbucks on my walk back Cars beating down the Carquinez Bridge sh** 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 s**ist 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 bullsh** 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 f** is it to you They're worthy of dignity and respect and use of any goddamn toilet Why are you f**ing wearing that sh**? (f**!) Why are you f**ing wearing that sh**? (f**!) Why are you f**ing wearing that sh**? (f**!) Why are you f**ing wearing that sh**? (f**!) Why are you f**ing wearing that sh**? (f**!) Why are you f**ing wearing that sh**? (f**!) Why are you f**ing wearing that sh**? (f**!) Why are you f**ing wearing that sh**? (f**!) 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 motherf**er will be on the news every f**ing 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-f**-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 f**ing 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 f** out a minute, get some popcorn, watch some Trump Check your Facebook and keep up with the Kardashians