Stand There (Live at Sam's Caravan) Lyrics

In the shitty end of nowhere

Not much left but resurrection

To spite their deafening indifference

And lack of a sense of direction

They like me a lot out there

But I swear that they don't trust me at all

'Cause I don't smoke no marihoochie no more

And I don't drink no alcohol

And this little man, he got hold of my dreams

And he was thinkin, choke 'em if ya got 'em

Shoot 'em if they move

So they might hover at the bottom

Talkin' like a friend

To then attack

Pullin' me in just close and tight enough

To hold me back, if he would

Wake up and grow up

Clean up and show up

Don't just do somethin, stand there

Pity the people who worship the paper instead of the tree

It's just like Ferlinghetti said

When he said, pity the nation whose breath is money

And sleeps the sleep of the too-well-fed

Cause they'll be fillin' it up

With flags and guns and churches

But it was borne on the backs of the weak

For the sake of the strong

Yes, now, every crevice there

Why, hell, it wreaks of corporations

It's plain as pain

They built it wrong

But hang in there, heart

'Cause it's now again already

The slow death of their comforts

Let 'er rip and hold it steady

Somethin' tells me

That's exactly why they sent me

So die with your heart full

And your hands empty

As if I could care

What the market could bear

Don't just do somethin, stand there

It's all for the sake of the mission

A straight up war of attrition

So don't just do somethin, stand there

And limbs may fall in the shake-up

I will love off all of your makeup

So don't just do somethin, stand there

No, don't just do somethin, stand there

Hey, don't just do somethin, stand there