Farmer Prince

The stinking plan won't pay for the surgery
The care that is due to me is being denied
The broker lied – possibly I didn’t understand
And the line that all of this is new to me won't stick
That's what you get for getting sick
Out in the field
I knelt and prayed
Felt undervalued, felt betrayed
Brother, let’s call a spade a spade
Farmer Prince
Farmer Prince
Farmer Prince is sore sore afraid
They changed my brand
It smells totally different
They cancelled the old offer and the graphics suck
It's just my luck, it won't fit in the cabinet and probably it costs a little more
Or it costs a bit less
I haven't been buying it since, I must confess
I'm too depressed
I resist change, that way there's no development you can arrest
Rest and plenty every gift that life could give
For a vagabond, a fugitive who hated the herd hated the herder built the first city and committed the first murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
That guilt is a luxury too
To have time to think about all that you do
And the whole of which you're a part
To praise in song, and reshape through art
Into something brand new
That's what you get for being smart
Organs and harps and iron and brass
Critical faculties, critical mass
The certainty that this, too, will pass
Farmer Prince
Farmer Prince
Farmer Prince
Farmer Prince will raise his glass
Farmer Prince will raise his glass
Farmer Prince will raise his glass
Farmer Prince will raise