Don't Own the Right Songtext

von Uncle Lucius

There's planes with no windows,
There's planes with no people,
And there's planes with no pilots inside

You and me bought em honey,
They can shoot rockets,
They can take your photograph from the sky

All of your gods they got an asshole clause,
They got their claws in each other all day

Nobody wins, and they kneel down and grin
And all the people think it helps when they pray

And he's stuck taking calls on the telephone
Im busy digging a ditch
Shes got a tongue tied uptight administration
Trouble when you find out,
They say the trouble is real

All the faces in boxes fell asleep and they popped up
Just to see what everybody had said
Changing their clothes and then they powder there nose
Only to lock themselves outside of their head

And he's stuck taking calls on the telephone
Im busy digging a ditch
Shes got a tongue tied uptight administration
Trouble when you find out,
They say the trouble is real

I dont know just what to do about it
No i dont know what to say
Lets stick around, lets drink from the wishing well
Cause i aint got plans for today

We'll be fine if you dont mind
We'll take our time and we'll find our way
Just mellow out and make best of whats around
Cause I aint got plans to decay

Youll be fine now,
Cause you will find out,
I dont mind now

The trouble is real