I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood 
And I remind myself it's all right, it's all good 
It's all love, it's not though 
Cuz there's a kink in the armor 
pot hole I'm sinkin' in, the more I think of the drama 
So I stand up, I start to pace in my living room 
Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soon 
There's a vanity plate, wit my name on it 
There's a Davy Crockett hat with a masonic fat cat under it 
musket rifle spittin' at my feet 
And want me to dance in the middle of the street 
And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told 
But I've offset the bell curve when I do it with so losin' control 
Guilty feet do have rhythm 
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villain 
Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon 
And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon 
And let the thoughts flood, blessed are those who are damned 
When the levy broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow dance 
staircase to a hug with no hands 
Accountability hung out to dry on the line [bad word] 
We let the thoughts flood, we remind ourselves it's all right, it's all good 
It's all love, it's not though 
Cuz there's a kink in the armor 
pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father 
It's a family affair, the vanity we share 
The water line is rising and we do is stand there..