Drink It Down - Intellectual

First there's the oldest, he plows the field

Keeps a rasher in his back pocket, just like his father did

His wife is a rocket, but she'll never yield

At least his land is fertile, at least he has his field

The younger brother's stupid, who wants to be in power

And smart enough to have it, and smart enough to cower

And emerges from the flames after everything turns sour

This land is all you said they'd put him in power

Who never did anything wrong, he cried, down from his tower

Who never did anything wrong, he said they'd put him in power

They're not our people, so drink it down

It's all surreal, drink it down

One more for the road, drink it down

One more for the road, shoot it down

Now hold on a minute, looks better through a vignette

There's an interest and everyone seems to forget

Every bloodline's got blood

Blood on his hands

And there's something that's rotten that we can't understand

What is it to be human?

What is it to be pure?

An itching for something different that burns to the core

It's the sky that's important, not the land, not the shore

It's the sense of belonging, as I dance a little bit more

We squeezed the tide in but we got no soul

This land was ours but we're in our soil

This mad talk says let's give him a crown

They took our jobs, drink one more down

That wasn't Jesus, that was just some fucker in a dressing gown

And the oldest emptied his pocket and he chews the fat

And his wife's a rocket, but he'll never leave that

And the youngest is on the pulpit, swings a baseball bat

And the mob finds one more

Someone else to make a face at

What is it to be human?

What is it to be pure?

A god-forsaken beauty that burns to the core

It's the sky that's important, not the land, not the shore

It's the rocket that's important as I carry around the door

And now you know what I was looking for