Spirit of The West - D For Democracy (scour The House) lyrics

You with the jaundiced eyes

Drunk on your own reflection

Propped up with desks and flags

Eight chairs short of affection

Your lines are drawn

Here, there, and everywhere

None of your own volition

Unrecognized

You pace in your shadow

Stripped of all your definitions

Scour the house

Flip the wig

Shake the tree

Scour the house

Flip the wig

Shake the tree

Until your

Whereabouts are known to me

You've been abused and cheated

Shat on, you're beyond defeated

Those who rise stand in your name

They treat you roughly once they're seated

Your pen in one

Sword in the other

Satisfied, the blessing is given

In God they trust, only their way one way

Afraid of the other "-isms"

Scour the house

Flip the wig

Shake the tree

Scour the house

Flip the wig

Shake the tree

Until your

Whereabouts are known to me

Wha-eee-ee-oh

Your whereabouts are known to me

Wha-eee-ee-oh

Your whereabouts are known to me

The grass it is always greener

Under the western skies

But to Norman Rockwell nations

Being choked by weeds and vines

Lookee here

The old gray mare

She ain't what she used to be no no

Lookee here

The old gray mayor

He's all he's cracked up to be

Scour the house

Flip the wig

Shake the tree

Scour the house

Flip the wig

Shake the tree

Scour the house

Flip the wig

Shake the tree

Scour the house

Flip the wig

Shake the tree

Until your

Until your

Until your

Whereabouts are known to me

Wha-eee-ee-oh

Your whereabouts are known to me

Wha-eee-ee-oh

Your whereabouts are known to me

Wha-eee-ee-oh

Your whereabouts are known

Your whereabouts are known

Your whereabouts are known