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 
Cause there's a kink in the armor 
pot hole I'm sinking in 
While I think of the drama 
So I stand up 
Start to pace in my living room 
Set my eye to the highway knowing that I'll play chicken soon 
There's a vanity plate with my name on it 
There's a Davey Crockett hat with a Masonic fat cat under it 
musket rifle spitting at my feet 
They want me to dance in the middle of the street 
And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told 
But I offset the bell curve when I do it with soul 
Losing control 
Guilty feet do have rhythm 
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villain 
Instead of killing, I'll spare the raccoon 
And start filling sandbags as I stare at the moon and let the thoughts flood 
Blessed are those who are dammed 
When the levee broke 
How many choked on the steps to 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 
Cause there's a kink in the armor 
pot hole I'm sinking in 
Sharing a drink with my father 
It's a family affair 
The vanity we share 
The waterline is rising 
All we do is stand there