Goodness Gracious (acoustic)

Goodness Gracious is there nothing left to say?
When the ones that get to keep looking
Are the ones that look away
It's pabulum for the sleepers
In the cult of brighter days
Cult of brighter days

Goodness Gracious at the mercy of the crooks
We're broke and stroking vegetables
And there's way too many cooks
In every pot a pink slip, In every mouth a hook
Every mouth a hook

Goodness Gracious I'm not listening anymore
Cause the spooks are in the White House
And they've justified a war
So wake me when they notify
We're gonna fight some more
We're gonna fight some more

Goodness Gracious not many people care
Concern is getting scarcer
True compassion really rare
I can see it on our faces, I can feel it in the air
Goodness Gracious me

Goodness Gracious my generation's lost
They burned down all our bridges
Before we had a chance to cross
Is it the winter of our discontent or just an early frost?
Just an early frost?

Goodness Gracious of apathy I sing
The baby boomers had it all and wasted everything
Now recess is almost over
And they won't get off the swing
Won't get off the swing

Goodness Gracious we came in at the end
No sex that isn't dangerous, no money left to spend
We're the cleanup crew for parties
We were too young to attend
Goodness Gracious me

Goodness Gracious we came in at the end
No sex that isn't dangerous, no money left to spend
We're the cleanup crew for parties
We were too young to attend
Goodness Gracious me

Goodness Gracious my grandma used to say
The world's a scary place now
Things were different in her day
What horrors will be commonplace
When my hair starts to gray?