Lyrics Ryan Bingham

Ryan Bingham

Hey Hey Hurray

Hey hey, what can you say

You might head out to California

Think you got you something to say

Who knows, who cares anyway

Oh no, don't make a stand

You might piss off the government man

He might put a pistol in your hand

Put you on a boat to go play in the sand

Sand castles in the sky

Jimmy's gonna play when I die

Face first in the mud

Don't talk back 'cause he's got a gun

Drivin' fast

See how long your heart can last

Can that gypsy see your past?

Save you from the devil's wrath

Hell no, I won't go

I'm gonna roll bones with the devil you know

Take all of his silver and gold

Put it in the hands of the poor folk

Hey hey, what can you say?

Something's squeezin' out your brain

Whippin' your ass with a restaurant chain

Pumpin' that poison in your vein

Tell the blind that they will see

They can't afford that pharmacy

Cut it down if it don't agree

Do you really care what a sick man needs?

Down on the ground you freaked out clown

Can't be sayin' them things out loud

Better off turnin' that smile to a frown

Hands on your head till you all calm down

Hey hey, what do you say

Is everybody scared of the man these days?

Scared to be you, scared to be me

Scared to believe that you can see

People in need, burstin' at the seams

Oh no, where do you go?

Blisters on your feet with your frozen toes

Everybody's tryin' to save your soul

Teachin' you things you already know

Hey hey, what can you say?

The cops will tazer all of your brains

Can't be sayin' them crazy things

Ain't enough money in change these days

Corporate money singin' jing a ling

Won't you believe in the president's ways?

Give your rights away and say hurray

Hurray

Hey hey, what can say?

They pulled the plug on your membrane

Back to the streets with dope to blame

Puttin' your voice back in its place

Hey hey, what can you say?

You think that they can change their ways

I bet they can if they get paid

Prozac will come save the day

Hey hey, what can you say?

The big man spends your hard earned pay

Yellow brick roads have turned to clay

Chokin' blue collars to a dollar a day

Hey hey, what can you say?

Shut your mouth or get in the way

Speak your mind or go insane

It's a choice that you can make

How long can you get along?

Do you really need to drop them bombs?

Write your words down on a bong

Roll that joint and smoke this song