"Hey Hey Hurray" lyrics - RYAN BINGHAM

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

On the road driving 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 folks

Hey hey, what can you say, is somethin' squeezing out your brain
Whipping your ass with a restaurant chain, pumping that poison in your vein
Tell the blind that they will see, but 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 saying them things out loud
Better off turning 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, bustin' up the seams
Oh no, where do you go, blisters on your feet with your frozen toes
Everybody trying to save your soul, teaching you things you already know

Hey hey, what can you say, the cops will taser all your brains
Can't be saying those crazy things, ain't enough money in change these days
Corporate money singing jing a ling, won't you believe in the president's ways
Give your rights away and say hurray

Hey hey, what can say, they pulled the plug on your membrane
Back to the streets with dope to blame, putting your voice back in it's 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, choking blue collars to a dollar a day
Hey hey, what can say, shut your mouth or get the way
Speak your mind or go insane, it's a choice that you can make
How long can you get a long, do ya really need to drop them bombs
Write your words down on a bong, roll that joint and smoke this song