Compared to What

By Roberta Flack

On First Take

Released on June 20, 1969

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[Verse 1]

Said I love the lie, lie the love

Hangin' on with a push and shove

Possession is the motivation

Hangin' up the whole damn nation

Looks like we always end up in a rut

Tryin' to make it real, but compared to what?


[Verse 2]

Slaughterhouse is killin' hogs

Twisted children are killin' frogs

Poor dumb rednecks rollin' logs

Tired old ladies are kissin' dogs

And I hate that human love for that stinking mutt

Tryin' to make it real, but compared to what?


[Verse 3]

Said the President, he's got his war

Folks don't know just what it's for

No one gives us rhyme or reason

You have one doubt, they call it treason

I said we're chicken feathers, all without one gut

Tryin' to make it real, but compared to what?


[Verse 4]

Go to church on Sunday, sleep and nod

Tryin' to duck the wrath of God

Preacher's fillin' us with fright

Tell us what he thinks is right

But he must be in some kind of stupid nut

He tries to make it real, try to make it real, yeah

Tryin' to make it real, real, real

Tryin' to make it real, real, real, yeah

Tryin' to make it real, yeah

Real, real, real, real

Tryin' to make it real

Tryin' to make it real, yeah


[Verse 5]

But where's that bee and where's their honey?

Where's my God and where's my money?

Unreal values, crass distortion

Unwed mothers need abortion

And it kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut

He tried, tried, tried

Tried to make it real

Tried to make it real, yeah, but compared to what?


[Verse 6]

Said I love the lie, lie the love

Hangin' on with a push and shove

Possession is the motivation

Hangin' up the whole damn nation

Looks like we always end up in a rut

Tryin' to make it real, but compared to what?