Same Shit / Complicated

You were looking down at them
They were looking down at you
You were starched and pressed
They were all disheveled

They were holding hands
Ragamuffins and they said
I know we're not fancy but we're on the same level

And we've got plans
Big plans!
We're gonna change the world!

All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense!
All you do is hit snooze watch the news buy shoes drink booze make money feel spent

And day after day after day it's the same shit
Day after day after day it's the same shit
Day after day after day it's the same shit
Day after day after day after day after day...

Then you look at them without batting an eye
And say, "Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly.
Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie-dye?
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign."

"You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change
Aren't you and all your little friends exactly the same
You sit around at potlucks pointing fingers placing blame,
Drinking [?] and eating [?]."

And day after day after day it's the same shit
Day after day after day it's the same shit
Day after day after day it's the same shit
Day after day after day after day after day...

If you are judging them while they are judging you
When you think that makes them assholes maybe you're an asshole too
Do we argue with each other till we both turn blue?
Or find similarities in what we like and what we do.

Yeah, just because someone does not look like me
Doesn't mean they are a clone or a sheep
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream
And they love their friends and their family

Some people thrive between nine and five
And feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied
And some people feel as if they're gonna die
If their seams aren't straight and their shoes aren't tied

Some people like business
Some people like numbers
Some people grow organic, heirloom cucumbers
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt
In a pair of old jeans and their favorite T-shirt

Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss
Some people without one feel totally lost
To make this world work it takes all different kinds
We all have different tastes, different strengths, different minds!

So it doesn't make sense to generalize
And it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes
We need more compassion we need to be kind
If you open your heart, you might like what you find!

Cause there are some nice bus drivers, and there are some mean bus drivers
And there are some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin
And there are some nice teachers, and there are some mean teachers
Just because you have a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck!

And no one is nice all the time
No one is mean all the time
Think about what someone's going through
Making them be mean to you

Like maybe their pet gerbil died
And they are really sad inside
Or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like
Or maybe they are really shy, don't know how to socialize
They just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified

If we learn to empathize, the reason [?] will vaporize
Situations metamorphasize before our very eyes
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated
When we realize that everyone is really complicated!

We are all so complicated
We are all so complicated
I am all so complicated,
I am all so complicated

I'm a black mama [?]
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk
I drive a minivan and I've got junk in the trunk
I think Danny DeVito is a total hunk!

I like revisiting the shit
My therapist helps me remember
Be friends with someone for a long time
Still not knowing their gender

I fight for equal rights,
And I fight for inner peace
I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need

I've got chickens in my backyard
And a little garden quad
I really hate commercials but I gotta slapchop
'Cause I'm a sucker for a remix let me tell you what
By the time that I am finished you are gonna love these nuts!

I'm a little bit pop-culture, a lot bit DIY
I don't know the definition of TMI
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log
If you don't like body functions, you shouldn't read my blog!

My husband's a musician from the mountains of France
He wrote me a song with interpretive dance
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did!

And I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates,
I get a little high when I eat dried [?]
I feel like I'm unloading when I'm loading up the car
I feel like I'm exploding when I'm holding my guitar

I don't understand what numbers have to do with success
Or what sales have to do with happiness
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me

I never thought I'd make it to twenty-five
Now I'm thirty-seven and I'm glad that I'm alive
If I ever need a tour bus I'm still gonna drive
'Cause I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by
Yeah, looking out the windshield as the world goes by

Now I'm thirty-seven and I'm glad that I'm alive
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by!